I’ve never been to a sleepover before, but what I do know is that everyone talks. Nobody sleeps when you start unlocking your secrets. In the dark, when it’s okay to blink more times than normal, and no one can see the way your eyes dilate more than they usually do, everyone sits in a […]
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One of my favorite things to do is ask for Secrets. I like harboring words that are only meant for me. Sometimes I’ll see them dance across your skin in the movements You make, or hide themselves in furrowed eyebrows. Giving away secrets makes you a story teller, and I’m craving the kind of knowledge […]
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You’ll never see my hands naked. My fingers will always be dressed in polish: beige, magenta, lavender, black The skin around my nails always torn like sleeves from a t-shirt on a 95 degree summer day. People say the eyes are the window to the soul but they seem boarded up, closed, with the […]
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Secrets— tiny eggs we harbor like illegal fugitives in the nests behind our rib cages. They hatch, rattle the bars, demand to come out, breathe in the scent of reality, bathe in it. But some baby birds need to learn to fly before they leave. Secrets need to learn how to live in a world […]
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The things the butterfly sees; Are more than broken dreams. It sees the true desires; From this one and only liar. Sketched with colored pen; On this broken skin. The butterfly will never tell; Of the things it sees from hell. The host lies to herself; Pulls sweet silver from the shelf. The butterfly knows […]
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“Your visions will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.” ― C.G. Jung
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Q: I’d really like to talk to my parents about something that is going on at school but I am afraid my mom will go straight to my friend’s mom and I don’t want my friend to get mad at me. How can I talk to my mom and keep it private? Mom: You may not […]
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