The earth shook for less than five seconds a few blinks ago. I was alone in my confined slumber room and I felt as if all of my fear gush throughout my tainted walls. My collection of pirated videos were in motion, too. I was blank. I was in dire fear and all I was able to mouth was, "Mommy." I was like a toddler whining to get hold of my favourite plastic doll. In reality, I feared being alone at that moment - I wished I was with someone, even it was a childhood frenemy o' mine.
The next thing I knew, I was ringing my astrocherub, hoping his voice'll calm my nerves. I conversed with him in less than a minute but, yes, I felt safe and saved. I also dialed my Mommy's and she pacified me and the conversations were worthy. Being scared shitless was worthy because of the people who knew how to alleviate my weakness.
Presently, I despise being alone. I wish I could sleep beside him tonight so I can slumber with my lights off.
Come here, my astrocherub.
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Intensity of Five
The earth shook for less than five seconds a few blinks ago. I was alone in my confined slumber room and I felt as if all of my fear gush throughout my tainted walls. My collection of pirated videos were in motion, too. I was blank. I was in dire fear and all I was able to mouth was, "Mommy." I was like a toddler whining to get hold of my favourite plastic doll. In reality, I feared being alone at that moment - I wished I was with someone, even it was a childhood frenemy o' mine.
The next thing I knew, I was ringing my astrocherub, hoping his voice'll calm my nerves. I conversed with him in less than a minute but, yes, I felt safe and saved. I also dialed my Mommy's and she pacified me and the conversations were worthy. Being scared shitless was worthy because of the people who knew how to alleviate my weakness.
Presently, I despise being alone. I wish I could sleep beside him tonight so I can slumber with my lights off.
Come here, my astrocherub.
The next thing I knew, I was ringing my astrocherub, hoping his voice'll calm my nerves. I conversed with him in less than a minute but, yes, I felt safe and saved. I also dialed my Mommy's and she pacified me and the conversations were worthy. Being scared shitless was worthy because of the people who knew how to alleviate my weakness.
Presently, I despise being alone. I wish I could sleep beside him tonight so I can slumber with my lights off.
Come here, my astrocherub.
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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.
