Halloween Deprived

“Can’t we just give them candy?” I would ask.

My mother would shake her head. Then she would say, “No. If we give them candy, those kids will keep coming here every year. We don’t celebrate Halloween, so when they knock, don’t open the door.”

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Group Counselling, Day 3, Part I [Short Story – The Early Birds]

Part 3 of Group Counselling Day 2, Part 2 (Short Story)

But this part can be read separately.

10:34 am, Saturday Morning, Counselling Building’s Lobby

“…Yeah, I was diagnosed with clinical depression but I refused to take my medications.”

“Really. Why?”

“I’ve seen what those strong anti-depressants do to people. I rather be dead on my own terms, than be unintentionally brain-dead.”

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Writing A Song (With Imagery)!

…I used Lorde’s song, Writer in The Dark (co-written and co-produced by Lorde & Jack Antonoff) as a sampler while song-writing. Like I mentioned in my previous post, A Love For Haunted (Deep) Music, I adore the lyrics of this song. The song is raw, cryptic, and the lyrics (and its arrangement) are one of the reasons why it’s so impactful.

I’m not a professional (not at all), but I enjoy song-writing. To me, song-writing is both a thrilling and wishful practice.

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If I was a singer I think my music style would be similar to the likes of Lorde, Birdy, Tinashe, Sevdaliza, Oh Wonder, Gallant, Tsar B, Lana Del Rey, Frank Ocean, and SZA (if you don’t know any one of these musical artists, I encourage you to search them up). Basically, if I was a singer, my music would be haunted, cryptic—filled with magical sounds and imagery just like theirs

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Group Counselling Day 2, Part 1 (Short Story)

The Continuation of Group Counselling Day 1 (Short Story)

 Another Saturday morning came by, Cora was infront of the sandpaper Group Counselling Building, with her dark skin shining in the sunlight, her tangled hair packed in a petite ponytail, her bleached blue jumpsuit swishing in the wind, her leather messenger bag secured across her chest, and her feet, buried in dirty-white Vans. 

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I’m Afraid of Running Out of Ideas! (Truthful Hour)

I’m afraid that, at this very moment, my ambition is quite unhealthy but necessary because for now my artistry is my only saving grace, my only source of peace—and sometimes, my only source of self-worth (I’ll talk about this more later). But this is why I coined the term—Needy Artistry—as my blog title. My blog title symbolizes who I am at this moment—for as I write this blog post—I have choosen the path of obsession, total and complete absorption in my craft, as I’ve poetically confessed in my prior blog post, This Little Piece (Free-write Poem).

However, a horrible fear of running out of ideas has also emerged from my will to constantly create. 

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