In a world full of crayons, I want to be a marker. Bright, bold, voluptuous, and simply fading away when my time comes. I don't want to be like a crayon-dragged around. my body and identity dismembering around me until nothing remains of me.
When I saw the trailer for the Secret Life of Pets, it took me on a train down memory lane. I had started to think about a similar type of story I wrote in fourth grade. I dug through my parents box of our accomplishments and school stuff and I finally found the story i thought… Continue reading Dogs Really Party (Fourth Grade Me)
I was waiting at the bus stop to catch the number five to the university. In the span of nine minutes the sun smiled down on me, the rain danced on my jacket, the clouds enclosed me, and the wind swirled around my figure. The beauty of nature...
I fell so hard for you and it's destroying me. In a few short weeks you'll be across the country pursuing a degree. My heart is in agonizing pain! I can't get you out of my brain. Could we have been a thing if I fell faster? Maybe we could have. And maybe we would… Continue reading Falling