Your heart is in your eyes. They shine like daylight seeping through the woodwork of an abandoned house. They’re glazed with thrills and pains from the past like cocaine stains on CD cases. If only for a moment, I’m everywhere and nowhere. – © Sam Hunt, 2018 Advertisements

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I haven’t the heart nor the will to tell you just how miserable the weather is. It’s as grey as death and as cold as loss, and the rain is beating down like a vengeful god. I’ll keep the curtains drawn and pray that you don’t tear them down someday. – © Sam Hunt, 2018

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16th May

It’s a shame we can’t shake hands across this canyon but I’m happy for you. Had this land not split between us all those years ago I like to think I may have got to know much sooner, but ignore my selfish sunken chest. I truly and sincerely wish you both the very best. – […]

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Those days have gone. Hope absconded with my fondness for adventure. This sun collapsed and darkness reigns where once it shone. Those days have gone. – © Sam Hunt, 2018

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All I regret is causing my mother distress. I knew she would be rendered inconsolable and disgusted with me, and it broke my heart to envision that, but ultimately it only affirmed the virtue of what I had committed myself to. That my own mother’s anguish should be subordinate to it – and that her […]

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Are my parents dead? Is the world about to end? Explain the tightness in my chest, this nameless, all-consuming dread.   Worst of all is all of this still won’t prepare me for my father’s grave or nuclear war. What a wildly way to waste such torment. – © Sam Hunt, 2018

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