Fiction · Poetry

Philophobia

i am scared— terrified right at the beginning; always assuming that all things will have an end.   i am scared— wary of things i have no control of; always waiting for the inevitable pain that comes with joy.   i am scared— afraid that i’m not worthy; that what i can give will never… Continue reading Philophobia

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Non-Fiction · Poetry

La Lune

She may be contested by most lights for the city has lots of them, from the streets to skyscrapers, that people often forget her presence in the night sky; after all, it is almost always covered by smoke and chemicals.   But i will always notice her, admiring her beauty which stands out despite these… Continue reading La Lune