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Overthinking (at night)
Dear World, I’m no stranger to my overthinking mind. She’s given me headaches, anxiety, stress — and countless other ailments. At night,...
Cong Hoang Le
Apr 92 min read
A Canopy from the Burning Sun
When I think of friendship, I think of a tree. No one remembers when the seed was sown, only that it sprouted—small, unassuming until...
Cong Hoang Le
Mar 271 min read
Ripped Wings
Standing at the edge of paradise Fairies kiss me Bards playing hymns of goodbye My steps light, my mind floating somewhere, the cadence...
Cong Hoang Le
Mar 271 min read
Pause
I wish I could finish my sentence in a complete thought but, my thoughts are never complete. I reach and reach only to remember no matter...
Cong Hoang Le
Mar 271 min read
A Love Letter
Dear Love, Where do I find you? Everyone talks about you and mentions your sweetness People transform. Mouths, once used to frowning,...
Cong Hoang Le
Jan 271 min read
Time Chamber
Time flies like an arrow Fruit flies like a banana And boredom It flies like a turtle The morning dew sits on my skin, My eyelids...
Cong Hoang Le
Jan 271 min read
Journaling
Everytime I journal, it's to an imaginary person, well, one I call "World" anyway. For me, that's where I've always written down...
Cong Hoang Le
Jan 111 min read
Late Night Snack
It’s late at night, Stomach’s growling, Eyes on the cabinet, Hands reaching, Pack in hands, Kettle on, Bowl on the table, Pack open,...
Cong Hoang Le
Jan 111 min read
Flickering Memories
Remember the night we watched Luka drop 50 points on the Clippers? We munched down that twelve inch pepperoni pizza, How about the...
Cong Hoang Le
Jan 111 min read
iMessage
Mar 3rd hey. Hey Are your legs tired? Lol, no why? Because you’ve been running through my head all day! Haha, that’s cute. Wyd Just...
Cong Hoang Le
Jan 113 min read
Boba and The Rain
Am I sad because it’s raining? Or is it raining because I’m sad? Who knows? It would be funny if the weather revolved around me, some...
Cong Hoang Le
Jan 113 min read
Facade
The door to my hospital room opens. “Hi, Bella. How are you feeling?” the doctor asks. His eyebrows furrowed. I smiled. “M-, m-, m” I...
Cong Hoang Le
Jan 35 min read
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