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Whelve

Whelve

to bury something deep inside; to hide.


the 'He' 
(once wanted to say)

 "I wish I wrote the way I
thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
                                                           
I'd write myself into
nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out
like tentacles into abysmal
nothing.
And I'd write about you
a lot more
than I should."
  I'd write to the point of suffocation. 

-Benedict Smith,


       "l want to be a mystery, yet be
known
I want to be together, yet alone
Is it too much to ask, to be famous
yet unknown?
To be a wanderer, yet have a home?"

-Kara Douglas


"they say lavender
softens anxiety 
and i
wonder whether i can
plant a garden 
 so
dense in your mind
that the knots in your
chest unravel 
and
never tighten again. "

— jasmine kaur

I am forever caught between
saying too much and
not saying enough with words
I have no balance
I drip
and I pour
leave you empty or overflowing
my mind like a tide
either holding back
or all waves rolling
(was it my drought or my flood that sent you running?)

- G.H.
                


                                          this will go on forever ;
 

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