Mosaic Stories

Hundreds of real moments, no particular order, no polish, just the truth as I lived it. A memoir told in fragments.

"Oh, that's right. Nobody came to save us when we both lost our parents. "I see now. I wanted to be saved too." June 10th, 2016 Sakura

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Sometimes there is no one who understands. She felt the same. There she was, walking down the lane and stumbling across an old ratted book. A book that held a human.

Escape darkness.

"Unbroken but crystallized Into a million pieces - Behold! My heart." These are the pieces assembling my mosaic heart - some in the shape of sharp betrayal and jagged hopelessness; some in the shade of crimson lies and deep blue loneliness. They're glued together with the names hidden behind, the memories I couldn't forget, and a love I'm yet to find. So please, be careful as you read them through. And don't tease love to me for I might paste you too. 💫💫💫 #1 in Chapbook | 08/19/2021 #1 in Modernpoetry | 11/13/2021

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a frightened boy goes down into the maze...

1. Amby's Award 2023 Top Pick 2. Featured on @WattpadPoetry in the Love Tides Reading list. 3. Featured on @StoriesUndiscovered in the Epic Poetry Corner Reading List 4. Featured on @Ambassadors Shorts and Poems Reading List It portrays the collaged feelings of temporariness and it's permanence. Mismatch flame, literary means the opposite of a twin flame, but not in the soulmate sense of opposite. Just like the right puzzle to hug the other but forming the wrong picture in hindsight. Like fire and water signs, forming nothingness after mergence. Like matching a flame for the match to die through the mismatch. That is, the imperfect compatibility between the two souls. Rankings: #61 in poetry Awards: 1st Position in Sunfloro Poetry Awards 1st Position in The Dazzling Awards 1st Position in The Star Awards 1st Position in The Moonly Awards 1st Position in The Alchemy Awards 1st Position in The Mystical Mini Awards 1st Position in The Golden Dandelion Awards 1st Position in The Gemini Awards 1st Position in The Pacific Awards 2nd Position in ThePageTurner Awards 2nd Position in The 2022 Winter Writer Awards 2nd Position in The Stellify Awards 2nd Position in The Lovely Valentines Awards 2nd Position in The Blossom Awards Runner up in Philosopher Awards Honourable Mention in The Berry Pancake Awards

Rex has always been a loner. His world is about to get turn upside-down and he's none the wiser. Events that will shatter his whole perception of reality is coming and his destiny beckons. Will he survive to discover what his fate entails?

I am not an artist, but if I were...

I'll place any covers/story entries here. Any that win or I really like will be made into their own story/cover book. I mean if you ever want me to attempt to make you one hit me up fam. ❤️❤️

Everyone is a mosaic. We are all made of broken pieces until something or someone we love is found to glue us back together. Then we become a beautiful mosaic. Apples come in as a taste of personality. Some are sweet, some are sour, but all are simple. All are innocent. No matter how broken of a mosaic we are, we still encompass some amount of innocence.

What if the scariest part of loving someone isn't losing them, but realizing how much of them you've carried into who you are? We are mosaics of the people we've loved-pieces of them scattered throughout our habits, memories, and the little things we do without even realizing it. I've always believed that the people we meet leave little pieces of themselves behind. Sometimes, it's a habit. Sometimes, a memory. Sometimes, a part of ourselves we didn't know they had shaped. But what happens when the person who became your home is no longer there? Perhaps this is a reflection on love, loss, and the pieces of people we never truly unlearn. **For the full experience, I recommend listening to "Merry Christmas, I Miss You" by Alex Crichton while reading.**