Aki Vitu Nimeona

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  • 10.20 (untitled/titled-to-be)

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    Kuruga
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    IT IS NOT SOMETHING YOU ARE NOT AWARE OF. I LOVE YOU YOU KNOW. IT IS WHAT I FEEL BUT WHAT I CANNOT ACT ON. I CANNOT ALLOW MYSELF TO ACT ON. HOW CAN I LOVE AND KNOW THAT I WOULD NOT LOVE YOU OTHERWISE? THAT I LOVE YOU BECAUSE I KNOW YOU? IS IT…

  • doubting softly

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    Kuruga
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    Kibara, in tears, laughed. The evening sun was now setting across Nyagatugu, laying golden layers on the verdant ridges rippling with tea, the sky looking like it might rain but had not made up its mind yet. Meanwhile all sorts of hues glowed, and the sun pierced the clouds with beams so surreal they appeared…

  • Meja, Ona (4/16/2020)

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    Kuruga
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    Meja, I just wanted to call you before I went to bed Kukujulia hali[1], What are you doing now? Homework? Kazana daddy, kazana[2]. One day things will be fine God-willing and who knows “Meja ona[3], I made a sink You know we are not sure what can happen I’m glad the school allowed you to…

  • trinity

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    Gravius had made up his mind. Literally. Into three distinct parts. Part one concerned itself with the question of why he existed; part two the gratitude of existence; and finally part three, the horror at life’s excesses.  Any input, any experience, any life to his mind clanked and rolled up there before settling on any…

  • Love as an experiment

    Love as an experiment

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    Kuruga
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    Love is an experiment. One feels compelled to apply all parts of themselves in being meaningful to the other (accounting that one should be meaningful to oneself first/equally). The other, when loved, deserves nothing but the whole/complete. It is hard to live with oneself so, and comfortably so too: the whole array of choices lie…

  • 4.28 [Untitled IV]

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    Kuruga
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    Please find me supine at Meridian Park, an army of sunbathers and book-browsers. Find me here, eyes closed, breathing softly, sun on skin, hand on chest, almost asleep.

  • 4.28 [Untitled III]

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    Kuruga
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    I went dancing with you last night, fast asleep, And my hand was on yours And my moves were yours.

  • 4.28 [Unsought II]

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    Kuruga
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    There is green in the air dancing on the trees There is green on the ground carpeting the park And when the sun shines gently as it does now the green glows. There is green in the air. I can see it so clearly when I close my eyes. There is a flourishing green, a…

  • 4.28 [Untitled I]

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    For every leaf a thought every thought a leaf fluttering about unsought

  • on walks.

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    Kuruga
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    A house under renovation two trees blooming outside on a grey, cold, silent afternoon in Spring. A leaf floating downstream, darkening as it descends the frigid waters then another leaf, then leaves, twirling in little whirlpools. At the curve of the path, river rushing behind you, rises a small hill, on which are sprinkled the…