Her mind is wide awake. She looks at the ticking wall clock, hanging solitarily on the cold, yellow wall: 3:17 in the morning. Similar sounds surround her. The mechanical whirls of the wind, the involuntary murmurs of the television, the restless howls of the evened atmosphere.
She shifts through the book that she's been reading for almost a month now. She sniffed through its tarnished pages while her peripheral vision sifts into the climax of an untitled programme. She ignores the details as she painstakingly recalls the last chapter she read.
Float and then after a little while, sink. There goes her mind: like molecules in a gaseous state. The music around her suddenly changed. She throws herself in the opposite position and then she proclaims, "Sleep can be tiring; sleep is for the weak."
Most scenarios have been amissed. Several instances have been overlooked. But not even a tinge of forgetfulness has taken place. She checks the time again, takes off her foggy glasses, and then she yawns. She doesn't fall asleep.
She writes and stays awake.
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Eяin Heяoin
She surpassed a whole year of anticipation.
Triumphant
redundant
abundant
amorphous
cantankerous
marvelous
She is blessed, nevertheless.
And she is grateful.
The traces of her words are inked to her soul
and the tracks of her journey are linked to her future.
She is stepping forward.
She is leaving the past aside.
Alliterations
frustrations
precipitations
blasphemy
eternity
mediocrity
She survived an entire year of instigation.
She is inspired, nonetheless.
And she is hopeful all the more.
The shadows of her stills are etched in her mind
and the sieves of her experiences are partnered with her present.
She is looking forward.
She is moving forward.
Different desires
various projections
innumerable personalities
But all of these are to be molded into one
and then everything shall go back to the pronoun:
she.
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Her mind is wide awake. She looks at the ticking wall clock, hanging solitarily on the cold, yellow wall: 3:17 in the morning. Similar sounds surround her. The mechanical whirls of the wind, the involuntary murmurs of the television, the restless howls of the evened atmosphere.
She shifts through the book that she's been reading for almost a month now. She sniffed through its tarnished pages while her peripheral vision sifts into the climax of an untitled programme. She ignores the details as she painstakingly recalls the last chapter she read.
Float and then after a little while, sink. There goes her mind: like molecules in a gaseous state. The music around her suddenly changed. She throws herself in the opposite position and then she proclaims, "Sleep can be tiring; sleep is for the weak."
Most scenarios have been amissed. Several instances have been overlooked. But not even a tinge of forgetfulness has taken place. She checks the time again, takes off her foggy glasses, and then she yawns. She doesn't fall asleep.
She writes and stays awake.
She shifts through the book that she's been reading for almost a month now. She sniffed through its tarnished pages while her peripheral vision sifts into the climax of an untitled programme. She ignores the details as she painstakingly recalls the last chapter she read.
Float and then after a little while, sink. There goes her mind: like molecules in a gaseous state. The music around her suddenly changed. She throws herself in the opposite position and then she proclaims, "Sleep can be tiring; sleep is for the weak."
Most scenarios have been amissed. Several instances have been overlooked. But not even a tinge of forgetfulness has taken place. She checks the time again, takes off her foggy glasses, and then she yawns. She doesn't fall asleep.
She writes and stays awake.
She Hardly Executes
She surpassed a whole year of anticipation.
Triumphant
redundant
abundant
amorphous
cantankerous
marvelous
She is blessed, nevertheless.
And she is grateful.
The traces of her words are inked to her soul
and the tracks of her journey are linked to her future.
She is stepping forward.
She is leaving the past aside.
Alliterations
frustrations
precipitations
blasphemy
eternity
mediocrity
She survived an entire year of instigation.
She is inspired, nonetheless.
And she is hopeful all the more.
The shadows of her stills are etched in her mind
and the sieves of her experiences are partnered with her present.
She is looking forward.
She is moving forward.
Different desires
various projections
innumerable personalities
But all of these are to be molded into one
and then everything shall go back to the pronoun:
she.
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Born in the mid-80s, Erin Herøin is a marveller of non-sequitur writing, cinematic films, & analogue photography.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
Before, she used to be an aspiring physician; now, she is a newbie bassist who has 5.50/5.00 eyes & black tattoos on her right arm.
She's the former chief editor of Lomography's international magazine, the founder of Whilst We Wait, & the author of Paranoirexia.
Today, she curates and directs Parallel Planets, an online publication on creatives worldwide.
She dwells in the Eastern border of Manila with her pet pussies.
