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i saw you in passing
the stain i should wash it the oatmeal sweater with the splotch on the sleeve i wonder, what did you eat? carrot juice, tomato soup? if i wash it than this testament that you were here,… Read more
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anticipatory grief
it’s just dust what do i do when you suck the grief from the room i’ll be strong but you’re wrong it’s not just you who’s misunderstood as if you could know what it’s like… Read more
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summer so far
anticipation i wanted to grow up now i wish i could grow down i’m acting like a little kid dancing like a clown there’s simplicity in summer and i can’t wait to taste it time… Read more
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writer’s block
Maybe writer’s block is the wrong word for it, but it’s definitely a block. It’s not your typical, when I open the page I can’t think of the words to say. It’s more that I… Read more
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one day at a time
I have a red sharpie next to my calendar Every day I mark a big red X “Today’s the day” like in the movies Another big red X Counting down to nothing To something unbeknownst… Read more
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climbing is dangerous
I reached the top. Two hands on the hold, ready to climb down. Descending, I grabbed the “down climb” hold, a comfy loop with a big arrow to help you get to the mat easier. … Read more
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when you need the sun the most
The sun was low in the Saturday sky We set off on a walk around the block Hunting its glow cast on the sidewalk, Yearning for its warmth After a few blocks of cold, our… Read more
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on your own
Jillian’s phone rings and Andy’s name pops up on the screen. “Your mom has been crying and upset,” he said. “She feels like you don’t need her anymore.” We could hear her, sniffling in the… Read more
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bridget jones
I watched Bridget Jones’ Diary for the first time. I get the sense that it ranges between cult classic or instantly hated– there are a lot of jokes that didn’t age well. The 2001 romantic… Read more
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you have no idea
cold frost on my window thinking of you i wonder what it’s like to be so icy i’m ooey gooey i’ll melt for you if you ask me but i’m numb from your cold fiona… Read more
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I’m Abigail, a twenty-something trying to unlock my creativity in my everyday life. This blog is for me, to keep finding my voice and for you, to hopefully relate to.
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