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Letters from a Logophile

by Tangerine Boy

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October 30, 2021

Despair

Dear despair, (n.) The complete loss or absence of hope. There is nothing going well for me. I am in anguish and riddled with desperation for the seemingly unachievable. Dereliction and enouement...


October 29, 2021

Dereliction

Dear dereliction, (n.) The state of having been abandoned and becoming dilapidated. A promise sworn by our little fingers and sealed with a kiss. The whispers of “I’ll never leave you…” Just as i...


October 28, 2021

Redamancy

Dear redamancy, (n.) The act of loving in return. To love and be loved in equity is a sweet feeling that cannot be replicated in any faux peculiarity. Or rather, that is the conclusion of my rese...


October 27, 2021

Kairos

Dear kairos, (n.) The fleeting rightness of time and place that creates the opportune atmosphere for action, words, or movement. Today I had a “life is good” moment. A rare experience for me, I a...


October 26, 2021

Bolide

Dear bolide, (n.) An exceptionally bright meteor. I watch you shoot across the sky. But alas, as all good things, there’s a clandestine truth cloaked behind it. “Shooting stars” are not stars. Wh...


Book Description

I have always known I’m not normal. I don’t understand things like love or joy. I immerse myself in other worlds to escape this harsh reality that is my life. And here is where I put the thoughts plaguing me that I could never say aloud.