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An Ode to Insignificance Most days, I float. It’s a sort of floating that goes Unnoticed I wish that some days My brain would work as it...

Sitting on my dresser is a pyramid, roughly five inches in height and made of a translucent green plastic. On multiple layers hieroglyphs...

As a child, I had been known to lose items. I lost everything, from lunchboxes to jackets and toys and jewelry, but I lost pencils almost...

THE SAINT OF ADDICTION [Study of Beer Can] I’ve heard it said that we, as people, experience the thing, and following that give the thing...

The Sacredness of the Golden Hour The Door that Opened my Life to Itself An Ode to the Golden Hour Your ability to thrust me quite...

My sacred object was my headphones. Usually when I’m feeling incomplete or like I’m going to fall apart I can put in my headphones, with...

Jade charms are a calming object, one I have rarely used in my life. Its two heart stones, tied together in a red string of fate, feel...