It feels strange to start my writing on Hevria by admitting I'm speechless. But they wouldn't let me publish a niggun.
Some days, I'm like, "Stop the world! I want to get off!" I'd rather power down my iPhone, jump on my bike, and ride as far as I can to the other side of the horizon.
I don’t know if I should publish this. Because then some people won’t want to date me. And that would be sad.
A poem:
"You pray for silkworms and butterflies.
Dance, and your twisting wrists chafe against shackles.
Sing, and grey moths escape your open throat."
What's with all the confessional writing on sites like ours (and all over the web)? Isn't it selfish? Wouldn't it be better to write outside of ourselves?
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