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I haven't been called a spinster but I can tell what people are thinking when I walk by myself.
Or when I am at church with my mom then I get weird looks because I am 24 years old and single. So yeah you can call me a spinster because it is accurate.
But I am good alone. I don't need a relationship to define me. All of my friends are married and have kids or are in a relationship.
Sometimes I feel lonely because I don't have someone but when I am with my family or work friends I don't feel alone.
  May 3 Khoisan
v
whenever someone leaves us

we always say, ”they were so young,

their life shouldn’t have ended so soon.”

and it doesn’t matter whether they were young or old

but maybe when they do leave us

maybe what we mean is that they waited too long

that all they worked for for themselves was lost too soon

that they waited too long to be able to reap the rewards
that the tragedy of life is not that it ends soon, but that we’ve waited so long for it to begin
Khoisan May 3
I  
am a feeble man
with
hapless thoughts
I
face my gravestone
THINKING
of
dead poets
their words are restless
and
forever out there
seeking
those in need.
There
in
silence
in the still of the sight
I RiP.
  Apr 30 Khoisan
Dakota
hyperaware of every movement and sound
pencil scratching paper turns to metal on glass
voices to piercing needles
footsteps to a sledgehammer

light feels blinding
burning like the sun

the brush of a fingertip
tears into me like barbwire

internally screaming but making sound hurts
shaking so hard you'd think I'm freezing

please stop talking
please stop moving
please turn the lights off
but I cannot express these requests
Khoisan Apr 30
I still remember the time
I felt immortal
I do remember the times
I am immortal
I believe in the dream
I am immortal
I do remember
what and everywhere
I am immortal
when and everywhere
I am loved
by the ones who loved me back.
  Apr 24 Khoisan
Zywa
Time is fluid, here

on the plane, we are floating --


in moments of now.
Novel "The Moor's Last Sigh" (1995, Salman Rushdie), chapter (4-) 19

Collection "Low gear"
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