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Memoirs of...
from Retrograde
By Khrystal Key Claridad
2022 felt so empty. Lost in an abyss, so warry, Layering dust on my barren canvas, These ceaseless agonies will neverpass.
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2015 felt so serene. Full redolence of sunsets and coffee beans. The will to write is enkindled. Blissful souls, safely cradled.
2010 was exuberant.
Marching bands, a festive feast, and blaring chants, Ink and spectrum on a canvas—a mystique, Passion and aptitude are at their peaks.
2000 speaks of tranquility. Dulcet dreams and equanimity. A resting child in a mother's womb, A fiasco's tick-tock, a ticking bomb.
My anecdote ends and starts here. What year am I supposed to endear? Time stops; it moves backward. You're supposed to read my life upwards.
Old House
By Divine Desoyo
a decade ago, i had all of you.
