Who will fight for me? With balled fists and hoarse throats? For my restless spirit, my tired smile. Who will wake every morning and tend to my bruised heart; whispering reassurances across its weakened valves, pushing blood to my cold fingers and toes. Who everyday remind me of what I deserve; spinning a fairy tale... Continue Reading →
What's up ladies and gentlefingers! I'm back from my shame fueled guilt cocoon, Oh how I have missed thee! So much has happened in the last few weeks. The spring semester wrapped up, I'm now #teamiPhone, it's summer time in my corner of the world and everyday is palm tree hell!!!! Real quick question: If... Continue Reading →
I'm like a baby. Well, more like a peek-a-boo enthusiast. Once I put my hands over my eyes, the universe implodes into an unfathomable white hole. At least that's what I think happens when I neglect to post for a while. I'm sure that's not the case at all. Your lives probably continue; reluctantly checking your emails, being scolded at Starbucks when you call a... Continue Reading →
Today in Wal-Mart while staring at miniature cups of ice cream I arrived at a few conclusions... January is coming to a close, and I'm already SEVERELY slacking on my "resolutions". Resolution #1: Don't make resolutions. Change today, and don't taint your goals with commercial commitment ... yeah, right. I succumbed to all the usual ones; weight loss, grades, better job, as well... Continue Reading →
I'm having a hard time adjusting to fame... no wait, school (I'm sorry, I thought I was Drake again). The semester has started but I'm in a fog. I haven't started studying or working on my extracurricular activities. None of it seems real. I feel like the cloudy part of the Claritin-D commercial. No over-the-counter antihistamine can help me. I NEED a swift kick in the... Continue Reading →
I'm getting sick and tired of beind sick and tired of my gotdang self. Like so many panes of colored glass yet unpolished; so incredibly opaque that my window is unintelligible. How could anyone appreciate me when I can't even see the beauty in myself....yet. I'm so rough, so unfinished, so lackluster. I'm so unspeakably... Continue Reading →
I harp persistently in my past success to decrescendo the discordant pangs of my ritornello failures. I hearse and re-rehearse these dead notes held in immortal captivity on manuscripts made of pitted lies; the flattened pulp of grandiose recollections. But when this symphony is no longer sympathetic, I will tune into my divine muse... Continue Reading →
Sometimes I forget that I asked for these responsibilities. Sometimes I'm almost ungrateful to have so many gifts and so many doors before me. Sometimes I'm so short-sighted, so foolhardy that I ache for fewer paths, fewer talents, a simpler life. Then it hits me. That no one else could bear this, could hold this... Continue Reading →
So lately my subconscious has been a mess. I can't think straight and I'm convinced my dreams are coming to get me. I write them down in the mornings now. Pour over them like lecture notes sifting for pieces of congruity, hoping for a little insight. Close but no cigar. Some say dreams are your... Continue Reading →
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