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We don’t say love every time we mean it— sometimes it’s coffee left warm on the counter, a...

It’s in your touch, the way you stay, The little things you never say. A quiet glance, a hand...

I’d never held a hockey stick before moving to Vancouver. Back home, basketball ruled, but here,...

Have you ever watched a movie? One of those movies where the credits roll and a somber tune...

A Touch, Yet Not A Touch I gaze through the light of life, Probing the fire of desire. ...

Foundational makeup to soften your gaze, brushed in the hush of yearning’s touch, close your...

She painted a self-portrait of her holding a pizza. It was leaned against an easel on the...

In times of solitude, loneliness, overwhelming, or even connection, I have always imagined...

Rupert and Albert stood between The Coffee Shop With No Sugar and The Coffee Shop With No Cream,...

暮光暗淡下去了, 黑夜拉开我舞台的帷幕，亮起的霓虹灯是我的迪斯科球，我沿着街道舞动， 踏着脚下飞升的红色塑料袋，一跃直到屋顶。 屋顶的砖瓦在我的舞步下咔啦咔啦地响起，下方星...

I don’t remember learning to ride the bike. I wish I did. I wish I could recall my father’s...

Close to the foot of a mountain was an observation deck that protruded beyond the bank of a river...

Bathed in the slumberous sunlight, Cut my wrist, the thoughts ignite. Vessels intertwine with...

growth is continuous. But where are we headed to? Do we follow the patterns of animals? ...

在这纷扰的世界里，绘画宛如一座静谧的港湾，而水彩画更是那片港湾中最温柔的涟漪，轻轻抚慰着我的心灵，引领我抵达内心深处的宁静彼岸。 每当我拿起画笔，蘸上那一抹绚丽而灵动的水彩颜料，时间便仿佛慢...

Writing can be compared to a lot of things. I've recently found it to be like black consciousness...

The Story of My Life  At the birth of the world, I floated in the blackness of innocence. A...

Hockey isn’t just a hobby for me — it’s the pulse that keeps me going, the way I make sense of...

Surrounded by magnificent landscapes, I travel across the wild land where I appreciate...

Part 1 Within the confines of a silent, somber room, he puts on the headphones laying pendent...