Moon Desert
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UK-based
BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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Honeysuckle Summer Dream
It was a peculiar summer. Birds migrated upside down, heading north to south, and the air tasted of caramel and chocolate. The sweetness was palpable, dripping from honeysuckle, pollinated by bumblebees, and falling into the river, where a heron strolled, bewildered, in search of a meal. My existence amid the heat felt both trivial and distant. I'd accepted my insignificance, that I was just a tiny drop in the vast machine of the world. Who was I to question any of it? Complaining would probably result in blank stares into nothingness. Any unnecessary burden had to be shed to avoid being weighed down. But now, things felt different.
By Moon Desert5 months ago in Humans
I was there, and now I’m here
They never truly cared about me. All they wanted was to present a perfect image, even with the shouting and screaming that often came from our house. My volatile father and submissive mother became completely self-absorbed. I was a teenager when my sister was born, and I saw everything first-hand.
By Moon Desert6 months ago in Humans
