Reflective Essays and Poetic Musings by Condemiang + Stories About the World

  Solen Feyissa-N-GpAMItcPc@unsplash Now that summer has fully receded, from rough and lazy memories, I spot a love shaped like a stubby yellow pencil. Sometimes, while preparing for autumn, I go about picking up the memories I scattered in summer, one by one, but that blunted love—I just can’t bring myself to take it with me. One day, just as that summer was beginning, I first saw that love— with a deep and tightly packed core, a bright yellow exterior, solid and unblemished, dazzling to behold. I grasped that love without hesitation. I felt I could draw any picture, no matter the shape, write even the hardest of stories endlessly and beautifully. So it was, at the height of that summer, the love I held had grown quite short. Its core cracked and worn, its body tired and marked with my fingernail dents, my bite marks. Yet still, I resented that love— for not being the same as before. Then one day, as the summer’s heat began to ease, I happened to gaze upon a white wall filled with...

  Written, composed, and sung by Lilaype I been talking to you for a while been loving you sure ain’t really easy On text sending all them fake hearts I been, trying to give, my real lonely heart Texting you all day, sleepless nights, it was fun all this excitement like a trophy that I won Feeling real isolated, even for a little without your text, wondering what you doing You took longer, now losing your interest getting dangerous You took longer now losing your interest dangerous Fading away ay ay ay ay Fading away ay ay ay ay Still holding on what for I know you were hand made just right for me I wasn’t made for you but it just might be Never say out loud its just in my head Wait another day, watch Netflix instead Worries, piling, feel like were moving away bit by bit Never, asked...