(unfortunately didn't hit the word count but it's ok...) It’s not too difficult to talk, frustratingly profusely, about something you...

even to write, i pour myself into a screen. i live through these pixels, but i’m getting frustrated. i want to walk away from this, from...

I was always drawn to unique voices. Music, my soul and my light, is today my closest friend, and a voice that I could remember felt more...

(transcribed) I am in Constantinople, my father's city. I sit on the balcony of my neighbor and drink in the night. The sights in the...

livers and livers, pulsing, smiling, tasting bits of crushed stars unimmune, wiling, so i’ll look up for you, alone and supine, lounging...

It is a sweet and lovely night, that of my town. The moon I could watch through my window made gestures to me before my eyes, tugged by...

I fell out of love with my own heart. When I first approached her through the mirror, she was shiny and sparkled like she had never seen...

I woke up this morning with bitter jealousy in my heart. Envy, one could possibly intertwine with what I describe as my bitter feelings...

What exactly is it to write? What is writing? Am I Arachne, to be punished for my sin of creation? For pride in my creation? Perhaps I...

my drifting poetry, breathing only through my watchful eye be misty, clouded or clear my words are absent still, i can hear my drifting...

day, you are frustrating and your passing tells me only of my faults. day after day, i will tell you the same thing- stay longer, please,...

I’ve been dreaming quite a lot lately. I’m enjoying it. ‘All the lives I could’ve lived-’ what a nice notion. Idealistic, but nice all...

I am hyper-aware of every second that dares to pass me in this pitiful state while simultaneously deaf to the cries of the minutes lost...

I live just to live. I discovered upon myself that the reason I cannot begin to find some driving factor for betterment is because I have...

Self deprecation is every woman’s fiercest enemy… Who wants to hear about me? Loretta is not a topic of interest to anyone. She is simply...

I am on the road to a realization about my own state and I am not sure if I want it to set in enough for me to use it as a crux of real...

I like to sit with myself and the prospect of a well-written piece that could, one day, through the scrupulous refining of myself and...

I have written nothing about myself. Rather, it’s been nothing but my misinformed musings of human nature. In order to practice...

The perpetual feeling of uselessness that overcomes one when they fail to meet the imaginary and often unnecessary goals that they set...

I’m not sure what to write about today. Like I said, I’m lacking in inspiration. I am terribly enjoying the stint of ordinariness that...

Right now, I’ll jot down something about the happiness of living ordinarily. I think the greatest thing anyone could ever have is solace....

Hello, hello, it’s Loretta again! Lorie, maybe? Will someone call me Lorie? Perhaps I’ll find myself comfortable enough with another...

The concept of associating scents to certain periods of one’s life has always existed, for everyone and for Loretta too. At a point in...

Loretta centered her existence around the pursuit of a higher state of being, of which she had not clearly defined but rather had dreamed...