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#FlashFiction

I’m a photographer going through old prints. You’re a talent of intimate candids from 2009. He’s a collector; $750 negotiated. You’re an offended claimant with an injunction that prohibits publication. He’s a serious deal. I’m a sentimental and penniless artist.

[3/02/2017]

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The world undermines the word “normal”. As to one is congestion among bustling roads and polluted skies, while to another is the sway of sodium breeze and waving sails.

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Silence is not always the absence of sound. Sometimes it is simply a little corner and plenty of mind isolation.

[gilantic-enamita]

Brain, rain. Brain, rain. Very disconnected individuals at the first glance.

T. L.  [30/10/2016]

[gilantic-enamita]

Accept, Because It Is.

Growing up, you start to take note of the many people compatible to you. Yet, you also start to accept the many people you’ll have to let get away. 

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Some people are just too nice. Too nice they don't leave your thoughts and dreams.

T.L.

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[Think Tank Tinkering: 2/09/2016]

Campus air smells like terasi today. Perhaps it carries remains of authenticity from a near by asian stall. Isn’t it strange how such stench could be reminiscing to one and oblivious to another? My mind integrates scents to tickle cuisines. Yet the man, only 40 feet ahead, might mute out all traces of senses and rely solemnly to visuals–scrutinizing potential proof between the death of winter to the swirl of spring.

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Meanwhile...

We dream. Between useless speeches and restless naps. We dream. Alongside disturbing gazes and thoughtful stares. We dream. After churning stories and pleasant haunts. We dream. During perpetual disasters and enraging realities. Oh pardon me, but do we? Dream? Do we? Or do we hope? Wish? Yearn? Envy? Do our thoughts entitle to a term of such royalty? Do we dare to introduce them to a beauty evidently beyond reach? [11/10/2016]

[gilantic-enamita]

There is a certain limitation in which man can understand, and a greater limitation of wanting to comprehend. They may ask for answers, but deny clarification.

T.L. (22/08/16)

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"As the world is full of contrasts between tough bricks and soft meadows, so should our lives be filled with strong wills and gentle hearts."

T.L.

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The definition of mankind is bound to the inevitable: age, pain, love and death. However, the experience itself is a matter of perception.

T.L. (31/05/16)

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Enraging hormones is never the real reason behind teenage romance. Go ahead and blame it on puberty, media influence and immaturity. But at the end of the day, the sun sets, the moon rises, and any heart can be a loved and broken heart.

T.L (31/05/2016)

#sprinkleofheart

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Graduating high school does not guarantee practical intelligence.

T.L. (27/05/16)

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Inevitable Torture

Mind blank in thought, trapped in a monotone tune. Density deserted atmosphere, space abandoned the galaxy. The view is a flatted gray--brighter than a hopeless black, but filthily staining an impure white. The phrases “lost in space” and “following a train of thought” become a fantasy--an idealistic, unachievable luxury.

So with the absence of functioning mentality, the flesh’s senses are drugged with sensitivity. Every ticking minute seeps through the skin, pricking bones at their joints. One can only dream to count down weeks while suffering a ritual turn of the earth. Twenty-four hours a day underestimates the unbearable cycle. The wrinkles age as turning clocks suck the blush from the my cheekbones. I can feel it.

I can feel every pump of icy stings to my limbs. I can feel the hours under my skin--an inescapable sore to the most aware sensory known to mankind. To feel is not the torture, but the stretch of duration is the unavoidable misfortune. 

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I don't follow rules. I prose.

T.L. #sprinkleoffact (02/05/2016)

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We all dream. I just happen to follow mine.

T.L. #sprinkleofconfidence (02/05/2016)