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Martians at Vaclav Airport

I will change my bedtime prayer from take me with you, Elon to don’t forget me, Prague, for it’s either the most beautiful city in the world or the rest of world is just ugly

Personal · Thoughts

Letters from Florida

Writer, I was in love with your expressive hands. I’ve curled up and slept peacefully in the curves of your beautiful o’s and a’s.  Soared freely in the space in-between your lines. Touched the wet ink that stained my soul. After you left, I tried to write my own stories instead of living yours. And still, as I wearily sit behind my desk after a long day of work, I can’t help but cut my fingers on the painfully sharp edges of your silent dashes.