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“Instead,
she's as still
as a leaf-littered pond,
dark water evaporating,
waiting desperately for rain.”
― Cinnamon Rain
she's as still
as a leaf-littered pond,
dark water evaporating,
waiting desperately for rain.”
― Cinnamon Rain
“It's nice to think that picking uncertain paths may not necessarily alter their destination too drastically, simply the journey undertaken to reach it.”
―
―
“I want out of this place.
With no reminders."
It stings -
sulphur tears
in cinnamon rain.”
― Cinnamon Rain
With no reminders."
It stings -
sulphur tears
in cinnamon rain.”
― Cinnamon Rain
“It's not about blood,"
says Lucius. "It's
about who you share
your life with.
Where you feel
you really belong.”
― Cinnamon Rain
says Lucius. "It's
about who you share
your life with.
Where you feel
you really belong.”
― Cinnamon Rain
“I walk the city,
through its crush of people
and its smells:
body odour, rotting food,
vomit and urine.
A cocktail
of oppression and freedom.”
― Cinnamon Rain
through its crush of people
and its smells:
body odour, rotting food,
vomit and urine.
A cocktail
of oppression and freedom.”
― Cinnamon Rain
“I'm just
the reason they married.
Mum says
I was a surprise.
Dad says
I was an accident.
Truth is ...
I am their mistake.”
― Cinnamon Rain
the reason they married.
Mum says
I was a surprise.
Dad says
I was an accident.
Truth is ...
I am their mistake.”
― Cinnamon Rain
“One more year and I will be closer to wherever I'm going.”
― Cinnamon Rain
― Cinnamon Rain
“Stella scribbled
in thick black texta
across half the pages
of my best storybook,
filled with people who ventured
where their hearts took them.
Beautiful worlds beyond mine.”
― Cinnamon Rain
in thick black texta
across half the pages
of my best storybook,
filled with people who ventured
where their hearts took them.
Beautiful worlds beyond mine.”
― Cinnamon Rain
“Bongo's sobs are hurled out
like paintballs from a skirmish gun
until the force diminishes
into a trickle of sobs
that wind up the exorcism.”
― Cinnamon Rain
like paintballs from a skirmish gun
until the force diminishes
into a trickle of sobs
that wind up the exorcism.”
― Cinnamon Rain
“The telly is invaded
by hallelujah channels
and informercials,
both trying to sell
everything needed
to save you.”
― Cinnamon Rain
by hallelujah channels
and informercials,
both trying to sell
everything needed
to save you.”
― Cinnamon Rain