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nine twenty-eight twenty-four

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I’m not sure if it’s normal for people to save their “now” pages once things are totally different and you update them, but that’s what I want to do.

I think it will be good for me to come back every once in a while and see how much things change.

9.28.24

Right now, I am trying hard to remind myself of what that dude said in that incredible art he made above.

I am trying to remind myself that even though I’m a week into 42, I still have plenty of time left in my life to find someone … Read the rest

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I miss old-school blogging so here I am again.

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There’s no point in me rehashing this in detail so I’ll keep it brief:

I’ve been writing on the Internet for as long as the Internet has existed, but due to my imposter syndrome, I have deleted all of those blogs and stories except the ones I still have on Medium.

I don’t need to learn anything from anyone when I am reading blogs online, and I don’t feel like this is the place where I am going to bring readers to teach them something I barely know.

I barely know anything, so how could I, anyway?

But here’s … Read the rest

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delay

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It’s been nearly 
five years 
and I’ve grown 
weary 
waiting for you, 
but you said 
the end is near, 
the delay
almost over, 
so in a few days 
I’ll be making room 
on a particular finger. 
I’ll be as ready 
as I’ve been 
for nearly five years. 
There’s nothing I want 
more than us.

Photo by JUDY ANN DAYOT on Unsplash

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trolls

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Consider for a moment
the unhoused among us.
They’re not trolls
lurking under bridges.
They’re people who,
more often than not,
had a bout of bad luck
they couldn’t overcome.
It’s hardly ever a fault
of their own, and
they deserve more than we give.

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sightseeing

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people looking at empire state building new york

No more traveling 
alone to New York City, 
or sad rides on trains. 
No more being the only 
unpartnered one on holidays, 
no more soul-aching 
single Christmas nights. 
No more tears, 
no more talking to myself. 
I have a sidekick 
for sightseeing now, 
and I never want to let him go.

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raise

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woman with drink sailing at sunset

I raise 
to days gone bye,
still wishing
they’ll get better,
but my hope
is fading fast.

So I’ll just
keep wishing
that one day
I can fly off to some
sun-soaked coast
between ocean
and palms,
and never, ever
come back.