Something sharp & true shifts within us when we embrace darkness instead of shying away from it.
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I am living with them. Because of them. Because of them.
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A violin plays, the notes lifting up and back down again, reverting in the end back again into air. I breathe. Somehow, it makes sense.
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my present self is grateful to my past self five, ten years ago for making an effort to remember things that happened.
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Nocturnes are magical concepts because they blur this realm of fear and comfort, waking and sleep, into a state of dreaming.
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There is a beautiful thing waiting for us in the distance, & it sounds so much like song.
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It’s the feeling we all know, the one we shy away from putting a name to.
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Memory shifts in forms of translation and recording—in how pieces are positioned and what shape everything becomes.
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You know that ache? When everywhere cries swan song, but no air can hope to hold you like a voice holds back the wind?
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I live, dream, breathe and revel in the mildewed photo frames that keep on flooding my mind.
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