When nothing makes sense, I like to write.

My draft box is getting clogged as I am not liking anything that I've mustered onto this bloggy of mine in the last few days. Forcibly written, I tend to vomit my words rather than spit it and like vomit it feels unnatural. Acidic I suppose. So I clean it up fast so no one sees.

My favorite literary device is the metaphor.
Simple is as simple does.
I understand you.
My other favorite literary device is parallelism. It's harder to understand but it sure sounds good when you do.

I'm a pretty big fan of symbolism or basically writing about something in the form of something else so that the reader doesn't detect it as readily apparent, but the reader knows. Unconsciously the reader knows.

I enjoy beats over lyrics.
I enjoy the idea rather than the details.
I enjoy the colors over content.

I wonder what this all means.

I like things in three.

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nice word:
cemented

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I let her have the window seat. I love the window seat, it calms me, and makes me happy. But this time I gave her the window seat because I knew it calmed her and made her happy. I looked over at her to see if my theory was true - it was. She stared out of the window just as I do.  It eases us.


Had I not decided to stay in Vietnam for 2 years I would of never met her. Never met the person  whose resilience and weakness altogether inspires me to recommit myself to my passions. Her resilience along with those of other trafficking returnees have me realize that the world is a beautiful place.

I lost this somewhere along the way in college. I became "jaded" and I stopped caring. I went on a search again what it meant to be a human. I went really far away too to find it, I went to Hong Kong. I sure found it. I found it in many ways but when I went back, I went back. The contradictions and the inability for people's words to relegate into their actions disappointed me deeply.


I fall asleep with the light on sometimes. I'm so tired. Sometimes I get stuck in swirls. Suspended between different worlds and contradictions I feel tugged. One day I'll buy a cupcake for 2 dollars and the next day I'll conduct an interview where a mother tells me after an entire arduous day out in the fields she makes $2.50. What the fuck Universe why do you do that to me? Why do you let me compare the two worlds? Why do you do that? How can you do that?


One of my favorite literary devices is parallelism because it allows you to balance a sentence - but one part without the other is not as strong. Together the sentence is an "OH YES". A very overused example is MLK's "Not by the color of my skin but the content of my character"

OH YES.



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I need to read.
I need to pack.
I need to do things.
I need to be.
I need to be smarter.
I need to be less shy.
I need to relax.