Between-The-Lines
Ambition leaking from a broken bottle. I threw that away. Disease spilled our dreams upon the floor. Jazz muted in the back of my mind. I can no longer hear your advice, but I can still take it. I’m going to make it. I promise I’ll try. The
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Late-night thoughts…💠Holding on to the roots of a brittle tree that gave way in his hands, breaking off piece by piece. New growth replaced what was lost, but as it grew from his chest, it left in its place a vulnerability to be protected, though often neglected. What'
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I’ve been pretty quiet for a bit, and to be real, I’m not totally sure why. I think I just got tired and let things pile up or maybe I just needed a breather without really knowing it. Last weekend, I finally did something about it and took
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Time, Consumerism, and the Illusion of Joy
Between-The-Lines
He needs something more to face death
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Walking shiftlessly and aimlessly through the dark and rat infested alleys with my head high in the clouds, thinking that everyone should feel the same as me. Not seeing the black faces watching me, trying to forget where I had been and at the same time remembering that what I
Between-The-Lines
Have you ever looked into a dream Used your eyes to try to see inside your mind I drift to sleep wondering what I might find Warm colors mixed with nothing Black I’m forcing it Hold back Take a breath and hold it there Now let it go and
Ambition leaking from a broken bottle. I threw that away. Disease spilled our dreams upon the floor. Jazz muted in the back of my mind. I can no longer hear your advice, but I can still take it. I’m going to make it. I promise I’ll try. The
I’ve been pretty quiet for a bit, and to be real, I’m not totally sure why. I think I just got tired and let things pile up or maybe I just needed a breather without really knowing it. Last weekend, I finally did something about it and took
I told you that I had to go back to work tomorrow, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to be because I’ve been really out of it for the last couple of months and even though I had people backing me up, I’d probably have
I went to see you today. I wanted you to know that people still love you, care about how you feel, forgive you, and admire who you became and what you accomplished despite it all. I'm one of those people. And so here we were. I sat in
🎙️Please allow me to, Clareifi... every/word - Between The Lines.
Came to in a do crossed and recrossed primary paths John Farren was the block, but DuSable wasn’t my destiny. Corpus Christi around the corner, death and destruction the Christian way. Regal was a theater. 47th and Southpark, familiar smells of popcorn, hotdogs, and lots of sweaty bodies on
Volta
I used to look to my dad for help when I wasn’t sure how to handle something. Growing up, he was the only person that I ever felt comfortable with. I have a sadness that comes over me now. It comes in waves. I know that part of it
I told you that I had to go back to work tomorrow, and I wasn’t sure how it was going to be because I’ve been really out of it for the last couple of months and even though I had people backing me up, I’d probably have
Alicia walked to the back of the room, rose about four feet from the floor, and made herself comfortable. No one else around seemed to mind or notice that the girl was not standing on the floor or sitting in a very high chair. Popular contention was that Alicia was
A Galactic Walk
What madness that the Force should summon me at a time like this… To command the alleged spirit of my sole domain, body, to drift aimlessly through space. Upon a journey, that is to have no end or beginning. I display my contempt for the Force openly, for life is
His words, a catalyst of creativity. Why can’t he remember? Once obsessed with mortality, fear of and then acceptance of death. A combination of science and prose, a carefully crafted story emerges. Always the protagonist, his characters enjoy life more than him now. They have the chance to grow,
One drink for spite, another for escape, neither enough to numb the truth.
When I was a hundred, old memories I couldn’t share comforted me. Time stood still like an old, well-read book lying open to a favorite passage. But people were shadows who passed in front of me, changing into a formless ether. When I was a hundred, I was fearless.
Even when he was still here, I missed him.
Living a life dedicated to creating art It took me too long to understand I followed the path that they told me led the way to a broken promise. đź–¤EG