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The Self

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Writing

There’s a quote by Jim Morrison that I love. It goes like this: “That’s what real love amounts to – letting a person be what he really is. Most people love you for who you pretend to be. To keep their love, you keep pretending – performing. You get to love your pretence. It’s true, we’re locked in an image, an act – and the sad thing is, people get so used to their image, they […]

Nook

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Photo Diary / Writing

With the hectics of life, everyone needs a happy place to retreat to once in a while. For me when I was young, it was my bedroom. I would hide away and enjoy it so much that I was never sent to it whenever I misbehaved. Then it was the bathroom because what other room can you lock yourself in and be automatically granted at least five minutes of respected privacy? In my teenage years, I […]

Bare Pages

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Writing

As 2014 exits, I’m struck with a flurry of thoughts. A new year has always been a concept of hope. It’s believed that once the clock strikes twelve, gaping wounds will be slathered with glue, blood red guilt will be able to be washed away from hearts, and a gift of beginning will be waiting at the door. One large reset button. I’ve always believed this in one form or another.