I have a frito in my pocket, that I call chewy. Its been there for a week, maybe a month, perhaps longer. I don't want to eat it, as I might be hungry later. If I threw it away, I'd be throwing away a bit of food. A single frito isn't worth much & its not very filling, but still when the time comes to nosh, I know I wont be the one to go without. Crunchy fresh or chewy stale - a chip is a chip. And this is one chip I'd like to hold on to.
Ode to a friend, my chip named chewy
This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Happy and Always
I wake up in the morning, only to be sad I awake again. I don't wish to be here, I live in constant, chronic agony. I have lost years ...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...
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I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. I woke up today following a night of s...
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U You You are gone But you will never Ever Be Forgotten Mr. Christopher Larkin