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interwoven disconnections | whispered ramblings
I write with a heavy time-bomb resting on my shoulders——already burdened with my giant head’s weight——ticking away… Minion of Time; maker of lies. I know that joyful harmony is never meant to last. Still, I find hope slithering in. It awkwardly carves a path through my artificially straightened smile, and I bite. I savour every…
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Alien matter | a poem
A forest of voices, cacophony of empty cheer,The drunk jesters and their shouts crescendo… I stand on the edge Of an ocean of laughter, In this crowded pub; I am but alien matter. The Darkness envelops the deep sadness within, the melancholy akin; my heavy self. The Mal du Siècle never ended, I carry its…
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A force to be reckoned with
Hi, dearest readers, welcome to a new post on The Dawn Chorus. It’s kind of funny/kind of sad how I was going to write something new for my blog and then realised that something I wrote last month perfectly describes me today, right now. So, here’s a (minimally edited) excerpt from one of my morning…
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For the first time in a very long time, I can see a future that isn’t a void of absolute darkness.
I’m glad to have survived and to still be alive somehow. And I can see myself living for another long while, too. My future feels precious again. I see open doors, opportunities, passion, and more good days than bad days 🌈 I know more storms will come my way, and I know that I will…
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Looking back & forward | 2022
On my previous blog, I used to write these types of posts monthly to help me look back on the journey so far and focus on what is coming next. There are loads of things that I used to do, but most of them now feel like a distant memory; a forgotten light. Where I…
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She is tired of waiting, too.
These days, I haven’t been there for myself or anybody else. I have been mindlessly roaming–every breath I have taken the last two years has felt like glass shards entering my lungs. A week ago, I was once again lost in a soundproof bubble; the purpose of which I mistakenly thought was to shelter me…
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gravity owns you
The air never fills my lungs completely, most of the time I’m heaving through a hand sewn smile. No one has to know—look through me. Long before this vessel was even made, something was already broken. Wires wouldn’t know to embrace each other, parts couldn’t fit together, and to this day, cannot move freely—They cannot…
…where Time is merciless and Light feeds darkness.
The Dawn Chorus… 