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my father once told me,
"you live on memories.”

these words rung through my hollow chest,
like a grand cathedral bell,
echoing against every bone in my body.
it made me realize that i was nothing more 
than a living spectre,
my skin simply peeled like an orange,
leaving nothing but mushy insides.

but my father was right.
i feed my soul nostalgia;
with the iterate fear that
when the memories fade,
so will i. 
and its left me to wonder,
"where am i going?"

i don’t mean it in the literal sense,
as in where will i go in the future;
I mean where am i (mind and soul) going?

i used to be filled with memories,
like photographic lacquer that coated my insides,
but recently, i feel as though something has bit a hole 
into my skin, 
letting every recollection slip
from the bronchioles of memories in my chest.
i lay here in space undefined,
dishevelled and breathless,
a lacuna in my vacant soul, 
with a single urge to know,
why this emptiness,
feels so goddamn heavy.

                                                                 ( jp )  

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i feel like i’m a stranger watching myself grow up.
Anonymous asked:
I thought you were on that tumblr spotlight thing for your poetry? How do you only have 500? Either way you deserve like 50,000 and more

aha yea that spotlight  probably featured the previous owner of this url and her poetry, not mine, but thanks anyways lol ~

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Anonymous asked:
Love your writing! Where do you come from?

thanks so much  <3
i come from a shitty town in quebec aha

Anonymous asked:
I just wanted to say that your october writing piece is just amazingly written. You are very talented and I'm glad I stumbled across your blog.

you don’t even know how much i appreciate these little comments thank you so much <3~ you should come off anon and talk to me~

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