fragments

(truth)
they sat in an empty parking lot of... a church? community center. just off wyndhurst drive, new jersey.
she was crying onto his white shirt, mascara running down her face, telling him to be real to her.
in a way in which he wasn't absorbed by his surroundings, eating him alive, puffed out in grey spirit smoke.
she would miss him.

the song played in the back, we learnt to love in uncertain times.
uncertain times indeed.
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(fiction)
she lives in a one bedroom apartment in manhattan, with her scholarship, her cup of coffee, and her loneliness. another taste at freedom, this is what she was born to do, not a domesticated humble entity.
alternate reality. they had foretold her, in her childhood,
you will either choose to pursue your talent and thus pursue greatness. or you will be a nobody like everyone else. 
she wonders if, what if, she was that nobody. the domestic, married. in a house somewhere close.

Brooklyn..Queens...no, a little more suburban.
Long Island? yes. Long Island.



if.
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do you ever feel like you've become the worst version of yourself?

no. but close.
i need to dream again.

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-eeda