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Sarah, 18, Singapore
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Sunday, November 30, 2014 || 10:19 AM

(I'm sorry I have not been writing and I seldom find the need to explain myself or provide illustration for my absence but I will tell you guys this: I've been very soaked up in my own thoughts. I've had a lot to process recently and I am constantly thinking, constantly coming up with new and different conclusions and rediscovering myself. 

I've taken to dayre to pen down my thoughts for a bit but I'd like to keep the link private, mmm I need a lot of quiet time and space right now. I will write soon when I am a little more unconstrained and less disorganised. When things start to make a little more sense. I'll see you guys very very soon I hope x)

:)
Wednesday, November 19, 2014 || 10:05 AM

This is a sense of.... new calm. Bursts of energy coupled by long periods of reposeful okay. I am okay. I say this in a way that feels like the air drifting through my fingers, I say this in a way that feels like rubbing the backs of your palms against warm skin. 

There is less space between the cracks than before: I am healing. Slowly but steadily, like a seedling growing to fruit. 

I almost do not feel like asking — these renewed emotions are something to consider. 

Sorry
Tuesday, November 4, 2014 || 12:50 AM


You (ii) / countless
Saturday, November 1, 2014 || 2:45 PM

(i feel rusty excuse this please) 

There are nights where I clutch pillows close to my body to satisfy my hunger for your embrace — I've never known my arms to ache at the thought of holding you, you soothe the calluses of your palms on the small of my back. 

There are nights where I count. One person, two people, three months, four hours, five lifetimes. I know that the highest number I can reach before I fall unconscious will be less than the number of days I will love you. 

There are nights where I know that surely there are worse things than yearning unmet but your words are distilled on my skin as if it is made of paper. Easily imprinted on, easily discarded. 

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