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Melbourne Coffee.

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The city of Melbourne. The design capital of Australia, the city of covid, the city of coffee, another city that never sleeps. But why? Well, in Melbourne, from my experience, the nights are not for sleeping, but for making. Making art that spontaneously compiles down the alley ways each morning. Making love. Passionately, vigorously, unconventionally. And making peace, with yourself, with the world, and with the expectations of the day light. Perhaps the real reason the city never sleeps is because we can’t, due to the detrimental amount of caffeine injected into each and every individuals daily routine. But hey, I’m not complaining. There is nothing quite like a good coffee. It’s all about the rush, the steamy flush of a caffeine hit that lingers in your cheeks, the high of running through the night – spray can in hand, red and blue lights flashing, sirens howling. The chemical reaction when 2 bodies touch, an addictive dopamine, sexual electricity. All the things we’re searching whe
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pandemic perspective

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22 04 2020 There's a type of bittersweet evolution coming from this global crisis, a heightened voice in my head that is no longer softened or muffled by everyday distractions or conventions. Uncovered, re invented and nurtured to the point of no return, the voice says — let go of your insecurities. You don't need them, they hold you down. Feed your desires, tear your fears apart and leave them for dead. Take the leap, embrace the risk, soak up emotion, bathe in discomfort and bask in the warmth of new opportunities. Expand your perspective, crave satisfaction, express who you are, allow yourself to give into uncontrollable temptations. The world will carry you if you let it touch your soul, it will fuel your passion and feed your energy. Listen to your body, leave your mark and trust your heart. Practise relentless avidity, feel intensely, open heartedly, willingly and be unapologetic. Find yourself, grab it, and be that.
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How I survived year 12

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The music is loud in my ears, sheltering me from the un peaceful nature of the world that closely surrounds me. I am alone in a room full of distant minds as the words that echo in my head are individual, untraceable and undiscovered by anyone around me. I am me, I am unique, and so are you. Alone, but not lonely. Accompanied by the sound of whatever you decide. Music is a small, beautiful miracle. It is emerged within you, a part of you, words but no pages, sound with real meaning, people with real things to say. There is no small talk here, cut to the real stuff, it makes you feel alive as it beats with the momentum of your heart. A reflection of the deepest parts of you, an invisible force field, your very own room, a sanctuary of serenity, the music in my ears.
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Me, and the sun.

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The sun pours directly into my soul and if the sea could fill my veins the ocean would course through me. I am a mixture of songs and sounds, of birds and burns, a mixture of all the things I want to do, and all the things I should be doing. I am honey, water, vanilla and sometimes pure salt, but I love so hard and so does my soul. I am freckles and freedom and I need a warm hug even on the warmest of days. I am never bored, always on the run and sometimes too scared, but mainly not scared enough. I both expect and accept too much, sometimes my heart hurts, but I am art and my life is a miracle. And so are you, and so is yours.  Yours truly, Me, and the sun. 
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a poem

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My mind is humming like a song on repeat, A song that keeps yelling 'would you just go to sleep', But when I'm exhausted and tired, My brain won't press pause, The reason I don't need it, is also the cause. There's this song in my head and I don't know how to sing it, I can't play it or write it, and I certainly can't beat it. It likes to come up in the worst of worst times, When I need to sleep and rest and close my eyes. The song in my head is singing so loud, I toss and I turn, But I can't get it out. It's love and lust and hurt and joy, It's like life on repeat, Playing me like a toy.
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doomed

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What a curse it would be to fall in love, curse as in a true dysphemism, unpleasant and derogatory. To not belong to yourself. To spend your life picturing a vivid contour of what love looks like, only for your heart to unwillingly contradict your mind and fall head first in love with the last person you expect. But what a curse it would be to never fall in love, to spend your life waiting and never lend your heart and soul to anything or anyone. To never lose yourself to passion, never share a feeling of uncontrollable emotion, never run a temperature and lay awake all night, a slave to obsessive adoration. Being cursed for eternity to lose yourself seems like a small price to pay, to live in the fulfilling world of people who have been blessed with the pain of being in love and being loved.
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aspirations and accomplishments

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To embrace every little feeling you've ever fallen in love with feeling, to never regret, to love yourself fully and unconditionally, to take life moment by moment, to let the music fill your soul, to feed your desires, to never be afraid of the future, to believe everything happens for a reason, to never worry about the unknown, to challenge your boundaries everyday, to wear what you feel good in, to meditate, to be the person you feel like being, to never waste the slightest bit of time, to constantly create, to be passionate about every action you undertake, to dance around the kitchen, to sing as loud as you can, to run as fast as you can, to love as much as you can and to live as much as you can.  Then, and only then, will be the time I settle for somewhat satisfied.  
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