journal
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studio
It was bitter cold on Christmas Eve. The paintings in my room seemed to withdraw into their own dark worlds. My mattress was warm enough though. I had moved the hotplate from the corner, closer to me. Looking out the window, this one particular morning, I felt a sense of…
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i worry
i worry to see her because to see her is all in the world that i want tonight so i worry and i worry she won’t see me because tonight she is surely making plans
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lonely
these pieces are falling apart to all sides which look like a star from so far away but feel just as lonely
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at night your eyes lull me into sleep
at the end of the day i think of you at night your eyes lull me into sleep but sometimes they leave me lonely i am left naked breathing frozen air
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cars
even the cars at home sound different
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beach
Brighton Beach was shrouded in a thick gray haze that stretched out over the dark, icy Atlantic ocean. I was there alone. These are my favorite beach days. It’s quiet. Through the whistling salty wind, if you were to listen very carefully, far away you could hear the bustle of…