The Daily Write: 

A few submissions from November, 2013:

A measure of mass without any weight, on a paper scale, burned to ashes and summed up to nothingness, amounts to a wide open, clear sky without any onlooker.

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Do you feel it? The warm sun is ready to reflect upon you. Do you see it? How could you. Your eyes have been closed for fear of being outshined.

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A tick tock sound rings through the empty space and makes me ponder the reality of ghosts, real or imagined.

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The myth is what we imagine when we’re young. When we’re old, our imaginings are filled with ambiguity.

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