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The Paint Brushes, Bewitching Me To Touch Them.

My Hands, Yearning To Hold Them Once Again.

My Poor Heart, Still Drowning In The Pool Of Misery.

These Beautiful Colors, I Longed To Touch Them.

I Love Painting, I Really Do.

But My Hands Trembled At The Thought Of You.

Slowly I Opened The Box I Have Been Dreading To Open.

The Colors, The Brushes, The Palettes, They’re Beautiful.

I Touched Them As A Glitch Of
Soreness And Bitterness Overwashed Me.
Sweats Forming In My Forehead.
Bitter.
Bitter.
Bitter.
Was All I Could Think Of Before I Put My Tools Away
In The Same Box Where They’ve Been Hibernating
For The Past Two Years.

-Arikay’s Little Infinity

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MomSick means Missing My Mother Terribly.

I Have Been Homesick Before And I Don’t Think
I Will Ever Know How To Comprehend Well With
The Feeling Of Homesickness.

But You See, I Have Been ‘MomSick’ Too And
I Think It Is Worst Than Being Homesick.
Because When You Miss Your Mother Terribly,
The Ache Comes From The Heart,
From Deep Within And It Feels Like
You Are Missing A Beat In Your Heart.

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She Found Him.
He’s A Little Bit Gloomy, Uninviting, Crestfallen And A Little Bit Torn.
He Has Been Hurt A Couple Of Times
But That’s Okay.
She Can Secure His Existence And Make Him Feel Content.
It Might Take Sometime
But That’s Okay.
She Liked Mending Things
And He Would Like To Be Fixed.

-Arikay’s Little Infinity