My throat tastes sour and I can't breathe. My heart beats at the expense of my sanity. What can I do but grit my teeth, And blame myself for vanity? Yet, even in self-deprecation, it seems Cruel to neglect truest affections. Never before, Never will be one more worthy that I beteems. So I … Continue reading Parched
‘Tis Earth Day, and it only upsets me more since I am so inspired by the courage and passion of engineers while I am suddenly reminded that our government care very little of that. Good news: it’s (hopefully) only two years? I write here in hopes of preserving that sudden urge to cry when I … Continue reading Decision Day
The air stank of cut grass and the fumes belonging to the author of the stench. ‘Tis the smell of uniformity, the blood of rebels who dared to outgrow the concrete bonds of humanity. I tried to focus on the cracks on the floor, stretching across each rectangle aiming my steps beyond those lives to … Continue reading Morning Walks to School
I saw your daring brilliance that morn’, shortly after the rain. God cried in my place and I thought I would hike a mountain to pretend that the elevation would bring me closer to Him, Her, It…? They, now that’s a more progressive term to appease my soul tainted by liberal rhetoric. But political turmoil … Continue reading The Snail Crossing the Road
Dear Readers, It's been two years since I started this whole thing, and I just want to take the moment to thank all of you for motivating me to finish things. Apologies for being so inactive lately since I've been busy with college visits/decision (Go Bears!), the end of such a large chapter of my … Continue reading 2nd Year Anniversary
I thought I was done being vulnerable. That if I pull up a GDocs and fill it with writing that I can pretend that I’m proud of, hiding metaphors and symbols and allusions that all points to...you, I will be distracted from the problem. Yet from the corner of my eyes, amongst the sea of … Continue reading I thought I was done being vulnerable.
In the days that followed they've agreed to forget that moment in Arkmend. Lyra was somewhat relieved by the wordless acquiescence, for being weak is not her strong suit. They set out for Etzion since her declaration is but empty words. They traveled by flight when they can or hid under heavy disguise when they … Continue reading XXXV.