I am not an emptier
I can’t put something down to pick something else up.
I don’t unlove someone
to love someone else.
They pile in my heart,
one on top of the other
until I can’t tell them apart.
Old loves are a bottomless
well of ink in my chest,
and I dip my fingers in often.
If you have ever known my love
it still exists here.
This is my gift and
my curse, my burden
my ache and my fuel.
Kat Savage
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About my random musings
I am originally from South East Asia and I moved to the US about 15 years ago to follow my heart. My heart has since been broken a few times, but I continue to be on journey of trying to mend it.
I could talk about running, baking or writing in a small crowd, but put me in a room full of strangers and I will be the one standing in a corner people watching.
When I am not writing or running, I would be in my kitchen, flour strewn all over the kitchen counters, music playing in the background and me just rolling and folding dough, excited about what my creation will turn out to be.
Besides that I love passionately, when I love, I give it my all, not always a good thing, but that is who I am. I jump both feet in and sometimes I come out with regrets but having learnt a lesson. I believe everything happens for a reason and this is my place to share bits and pieces of my life, my adventures and sometimes misadventures.
Hope you enjoy reading my stories as much I enjoy sharing them with you.
I like this allot! Very full of meaning! lovely
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Thank you. I have a habit of saving quotes or poems I read. What better time to post than sitting at an airport for hours. Thank you for reading.!
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yes!!
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