January 2012
3 posts
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Erasing Spaces
Crushed. Lungs gasping. Feet numb. Pulsing. Tensing. Waiting. Pain. Sweat. Sun. Proximity. Not a person but a crowd. Do feelings even matter here? Everything is physical. The sun blinds me as I wait—as we wait. The crowd pushes against us as we repel away from each other. We are so close that it looks to the rest as if we are touching, but we both sense the space between. Sweat-soaked shirts fill...
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Observation.
It is loud. It is not loud in the sense that the sounds are loud in volume, but in the sense that as I try to think my mind refuses to concentrate on anything but the noise. It crowds my head. Everything is loud, possibly because I’m concentrating on it. The water runs in the other room as my boyfriend does the dishes. I can’t see him, but I hear the constant running water (the water sounds...
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Pink Tile and Broken Pieces
There’s so much on that one little windowsill. There’s the sugar jar, the pig, salt and peppershakers, some vases, medications, and various knickknacks. Something was bound to shatter sometime, right? I don’t know why they let me put the dishes away. I am clumsy; they know that. I had taken the sugar jar out of the dishwasher and struggled to put it up on the ledge. I’m not tall enough to reach...
November 2011
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a piece for my creative nonfiction class.
Laying in the grass, watching the clouds drift by, I hold his hand for the first time. Nervous. Excited. We’re on our first date and I’m hoping he will be my first real boyfriend. Friendly and charming, he seems like everything I’ve been waiting for. We walked around my neighborhood, talking and laughing together, and now we’ve found our way to my front yard. The weather reflects the giddy, happy...
October 2011
1 post
:P changed the url from becauseofthepuzzle to kailajanine because I changed the kailajanine to squirrelsandwords. No grand reason for it all, I just wanted to :)
June 2011
3 posts
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A Tree and Some Crazy Rambles.
There’s this perfect spot to read, right outside my house. It’s on the far side, where no one ever goes except myself. It can hardly be seen around the corner and the bushes, but from it you can see everything. I can see the street and my front yard. I can see the neighbor’s front yard and both of our back yards. I can see through to the entrance of the neighborhood park on the...
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Why.
Because I was talking to someone about journaling and how I might a little bit miss how I used to do it daily. In those little notebooks by my bed. I’d lose them, decide they were stupid, or just give up. See, I always think that my words need to go somewhere; that these things in my head should be put into something that someone else will find useful, entertaining, or at least mildly...
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