I mourn for the way your favorite color used to be a question worthy of thought, now a bread crumb lost along the way of living. –I don’t know, blue?
Tag: writing
By the magic held in storms
on rainy days the front porch transforms by the magic held in storms to a rocky shore and I, standing there with sea wind in my hair, like a giant in the tide without a boat to ride, set sail by foot in the mystic gale
my monsters
I starved myself down to the marrow in the narrow hope that my demons would find these bones to skinny to lick clean. Oh, but these monsters found rooms in my ribs and homes in my heart to languish fed fat on despair.
hungry heart
Caught on the exhale, hungry heart and empty lungs, lips tangled together you filled me with air
April 4, 2015
Alternately titled: journal of a girl who has yet to find her way I don’t want to have already experienced the last good day. I can feel the sadness seeping into these words I’m scribbling on this page, so, in the following pages because I have nowhere to be but with you we will sit down […]
The College Essay I would Write Now
This is a repost of an earlier piece of writing originally published July 8, 2017. At the time, I was just finishing up my junior year of college with the perspective of life up until that point. I am re-posting it because I plan to re-write my college essay soon, with the perspective gained by […]
Indigo Tuesday 