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I was wrong about you. I was wrong about you, and I was wrong about me, and I was wrong about pretty much everything this quarter except the art that I created and the living trembling breathing overflowing emotions that bred them, of which I cannot truly say that I regret a single one no matter how troublesome no matter how much confusion and grief they have caused because if I didn’t feel ever..

iNOTE 2016. 6. 7. 01:59

You’re on your boat drifting through the ocean that is your mind, and then one day you slip on a splash of water, plunging down under. You’re underwater now, and it’s silent. The sun had been blinding you, so at least now it’s silent and calm, and it’s just so peaceful that you decide to stay there. You’re drifting as you were on the surface, but now all’s in a tinted blue haze. You’re still her..

iNOTE 2016. 5. 23. 10:54

Maybe it was our time to fall apart, maybe the world saw I was falling too hard, falling too young and it needed to be stopped immediately, or maybe we truly are just not meant to be together. But I can’t seem to shake the feelings, I can’t seem to shake the memories or the words we said. We were everything that a boy dreams of, maybe I was a stupid boy for dreaming that we could last, maybe I w..

iNOTE 2016. 5. 16. 06:50

No, you do not know the feeling of being alone. You have always had somebody, a friend. I have had those too, but I am so very lonely, Pieces of me have crumbled apart while they sat with each other, sipping lattes, smiling and laughing, making future plans, pitying my silence—I know. They do not know the feeling of being lonely in a house that everybody calls their home.

iNOTE 2016. 5. 9. 12:34

The bone that you broke in the first grade Will soon be turned to dust Dust that will not serve a purpose Dust that will make up the ground someone marries on Dust that gets stuck to the pant leg of a child who played too hard And loved too fiercely The girl whose lips you found peach trees in Whose eyes found you on that bridge And whose scent identifies her As she sneaks up behind you Will nev..

iNOTE 2016. 5. 2. 12:39

there is a tranquility in acceptance. i have a tiny pocket of peace now, even though the tumultuous rage of my emotions thunders on without pause. the pain still scars, slowly but surely. my heart still beats too hard to self-contain. it’ll burst soon, i know it. but some older, jaded, and helplessly wise little sprite within my abdomen knows that it can re-form… and reform. i’ve long lost sight..

iNOTE 2016. 4. 25. 10:50

How do I write about romance without making it sickeningly sweet? This was a serious dilemma that kept me from writing for days. The beat was against my rhythm but I wanted to sing to a new song. However, if you knew me well enough, I like sticking to the familiar. It was uncharacteristic of me to try something else in the menu apart from the usual, or to choose an ice cream flavor besides choco..

iNOTE 2016. 4. 18. 05:30

in the sultry suddenness of the word. i am only hitching different syllables i have learned together until a handful of them clank in a fit of chimes that create some sort of feeling.the terrible trouble is never being able to create the feeling. or perhaps, never even combining the words. for fear. fear debilitates. this is me aiming my lasso at the fear and pulling it in. i swallow it. i hold ..

iNOTE 2016. 3. 29. 03:12