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The onion’s holy layer
We are all onions. We all have layers. Different levels of understanding that reveal themselves as we get to know someone. Peeling these layers is my…
We are all onions. We all have layers. Different levels of understanding that reveal themselves as we get to know someone. Peeling these layers is my…
I could write way more, but it is exhausting to gut myself out, to spread them on a table in the most poetic way possible. The…
Will a day come when I’ll have nothing more to say? Maybe. But first will probably come a day I won’t want to talk anymore. I…
I often lay in the late night, my eyes wide open in the dark. I stare at the ceiling as I can’t fall asleep, a lump…