Black. Black. Black. Black. Black. Six bodies of black hanging against the wall. Dirty eye sores in a world of clean skin. Blackness–creeping up on me like a robber under the night sky. I can’t see myself in the whiteboards, because I see all of the black smudges that people have tried to erase. That… Continue reading Black and White.
John Lennon said, count your age by friends, not years; count your life by smiles, not tears. I agree not to put a numeric value on age, but instead of smiles and tears, I count my years a little differently. Here’s how: By my crush on Justin Bieber–it has become weak over the years, although… Continue reading How I Count My Years
I don’t mean fangs, or garlic, or a lack of reflection, I mean assessing the number three. If you didn't know, the number three is incredibly prominent and dominant in vampirism. It's also dominant in my life as well... The number THREE made me realize I'm a vampire: I'm in year THREE of college.… Continue reading How to Figure Out If You’re a Vampire