( a little story )

sushine crept into my eyes this morning, and the air rose a few degrees like the breathing that i've missed, & i knew that i would keep it all together.

no more mourning in the morning.& yesterday, i ran! my legs broke the chains of emotions that have kept me weighted to the ground. the splits in shins have been filled with something i like to ( Read more... )

She carries strokes of bad luck, as well as strokes of art that at times, smudge their way to her cheek. She carries her heart too close to her head and she carries a notebook of doodles in the place of education. She carries mud on her sneakers from grueling, gut-wrenching miles up and down the hills, and a will to run wild every now and then. She ( Read more... )

for writing, we had to write about a place that held meaning to us. i chose to write about my art teacher's basement/studio. i used to love it there. when i went home for november break, i found out that she moved away to florida. it is so sad to know that a place that once possessed so much beauty is gone. i wrote about it because i used to find ( Read more... )

home..

i do not know if i can accurately describe the feeling of walking through a familiar front door & being greeted by green couches & curtainless window frames & vintage flowers & the smell of potatoes & butternut squash & bruce springsteen blared quietly from a corner boom box, but i can tell you that it is almost better than love itself. [ ( Read more... )

last night i poured over old photographs & picture frames & photobooth memories & flower petals & crinkled letters & the you & me that my mind once clung to in desparation and comfort. by the brilliance of christmas lights & pastel sheets & the comfort of home that perfect lighting can bring, I found pieces of your smile & the clarity of your eyes ( Read more... )

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i cant figure out who i want to be. or what i even want out of life. i am scared of everything ( Read more... )

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