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The candles that don’t burn
Bogdan Cuza
You've poured cement down my veins. You've petrified my heart. Everything is sore and numb and dumb. My skin is boiling away in a convulsive allergy to…
Bogdan Cuza
Loneliness and betrayal. My body is hollow desert earth that my feelings have taken over. Hurt is the default state of my numbness. A minuscule wrong…
Bogdan Cuza
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I’m taking a detour from the essays you’re used to receiving from me and writing this account of how I manage my anxiety. Think of it as a self-help…
Bogdan Cuza
Who is close enough to listen to my heartbeat? Fetal position around my core in bed every night. There is a seed growing in my chest, and I have to keep…
Bogdan Cuza
Seven years ago, a lifetime ago, we all broke. I didn’t let it sink in back then. Now I contemplate how other people see those few weeks. For some, they…
Bogdan Cuza
Where’s your ring, honey? Forgive me; I can be a bit prudish sometimes. You did just casually forget it, among other unimportant things. Why is it…
Bogdan Cuza
It was Friday, March 13th. I did not go out of the house that day. Instead, I watched my phone explode with messages about the lockdown that would come…
Bogdan Cuza
I drink my mint tea in the comfort of my room, enjoying the temporary tranquility of nothingness. There is an absence of people, of things, of stress…
Bogdan Cuza
I've never had a Facebook account. I've been successful in avoiding the blue social network for years. According to some people, I've missed out on…
Bogdan Cuza
I hate clutter. Whenever I enter a cluttered space, my mind slowly sinks into quicksand. I get a cortisol spike followed by a strong state of…
Bogdan Cuza
After a sleepless nine-hour flight, I finally set foot in Incheon. Arrival card and passport in hand, I was ready to figure everything out by myself…
Bogdan Cuza
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