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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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a space for youth writing on mental health & identity
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![]() [12:01 AM: “One year ago, today” notification] Dear past self, Can you help me down here? Can you see how thoughts of you are a sickness? I am trying to find sunlight, I am trying, But kaleidoscopic souls ebb and flow like waves unsure of themselves. (Tomorrow is a parrot of today and yesterday). I wish to paint my eyelids fuschia Or glaze my lashes with maple and honey. [12:57 AM: couple kisses on screen]
Doctor, doctor, Do you recommend pills of roses? Should I pet a baby dove? As bells toll closer, leaves crumple into themselves And birdsong tumbles into moonlight. I paste petals in between calendar pages; Wrinkled madman, what could have been Must eventually fall into itself. [1:52 AM: lying in bed] Angel, angel, Can you listen to my humming candles? Can you loan me your wings for the night? Impatient and parched, my throat grumbles at me As I drink from the eyes of what used to be (Reality questions memory like a hornet to ladybugs). Meanwhile everyone thrashes for compass needles That point to returns and replacements. [3:35 AM: wakes to drink water, or dreams she is] Dear future self, Is this crafting a salve for you? Would tomorrow not be too late If I were everlasting (For so long, but not long enough)? Comments are closed.
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