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“I wasn’t heartbroken, just lonely in that special way where your friends exist like emergency plastic car keys—useful in theory, but likely to snap off in the lock when you actually need them.” 3:30 AM Came Fast 3:30 came fast this morning, and the Writing Gods demanded my attendance. I rolled out of bed, bleary-eyed,…
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**Phantom girl, adrift in air,woven light and whispered prayer.Mirror seas and silent chime,lost between the pulse of time. Veil of glass, a frozen blur,echoes hum but never stir.Stars dissolve, yet still they burn—step beyond, unmask, return.** a response to this song that i always found mysterious Lyrics Every day, every mightIn that all old familiar…
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She loved being chased. Not just for the thrill, but for the way it made her feel less alone. Like the world still turned for her, like someone, somewhere, believed she was worth the pursuit. She hated being caught. Hated the moment when the hands reached her waist, when desire became expectation, when the chase…
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“Whatever role I play in life, I hope it is deeply rooted in true, meaningful friendship.” bb grey Luna. It’s the early hours of Valentine’s Day, and I find myself sitting here, reflecting on what I want to say—something meaningful, something useful to us. Today’s writing prompt asked: If there were a biography about you,…
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The moon spills silver across your skin,soft shadows tracing secrets I ache to unveil.You stir beneath my gaze, a breath—half a sigh,half an invitation I dare not refuse.Heat lingers between us, unsaid but understood,a silent language written in shivers and sighs. bb grey Let me linger, leisurely, with the weight of my stare,as you lie—naked,…
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“A man may don many garments—some ill-fitting, some absurd—stitched from the words of others. But the cut of one’s true self cannot be tailored by another’s hand.” bb grey-hyde “Dr. J. E. Kyll and Mr. Feels: A Treatise on Overthinking and Emotional Minefields” The hour finds me in contemplation, my mind still burdened by the…
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At my sweet age, my dad had already been playing chess with Jesus for over a year. When he wasn’t locked in celestial strategy, he was probably tinkering with something that needed fixing—a gate, a harp, or whatever heavenly tool required a bit of fine-tuning. Meanwhile, my mom? You’d find her on top of the…
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“We are all just echoes of something we can never fully hear.” bb grey You dangled your limbs—loosely, languidly, long—over the edge of a timeworn pier,where salt gnawed the timber to shades of grey and black,a stark contrast to the soft ivory of your skin. You traced slow circles,toe-tips dipping like the plucking of a…
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“I will die. Morning arrived in a muted gray, the silence heavy, almost suffocating. I stood at the edge of our life together, fingers twitching with the impulse to reach out, to fix something already shattered. She had left in the night, returned without explanation. Her absence was a wound; her presence, a reminder…
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“Let us die young or let us live foreverWe don’t have the power but we never say neverSitting in a sandpit, life is a short tripThe music’s for the sad men” Forever Young, Alphaville A response: Let us chase echoes where time has no tether, Fading like whispers or dancing forever. Fingers trace stories…
BB Grey--musings 