Little houses lined up in rows, and snow; the snow kept coming that winter, and spring. It even snowed in May. The trees trees are just branches, the bushes just twigs, and everything is weighted by the white blanket of winter. The sky is dark. The hills are dark. The winter was dark. But the … Continue reading Photograph
Tag: creative writing
I've never fallen in love with the night sky. I do not see constellations. The vastness of the universe has left me feeling small of course, and I take comfort in the knowledge that literally nothing about me will ever matter in the scheme of things. But it does not tell me stories. I do … Continue reading The Stars
Dear Diary, Today's been okay for the most part. I made it through my classes. Nothing that interesting happened at school. Nothing that interesting happened, period. I just feel so frustrated. Or down. Or I don't know what to call it. It's like this pressure. It's not quite anxiety but it almost is. And no … Continue reading Dear Diary
The perfect size, though the feeling’s not always just right; I never want to leave.
I can't see the words in my head that I need to make you like me. All there is is darkness.
I am not a machine. I cannot produce perfectly timed, perfectly rhymed poetry at the drop of a hat. Each piece will not come out with the same quality, the same ferocity. Each piece these days is nothing but perfunctory. I am a machine. I cannot produce beautifully allegorical, beautifully metaphorical poetry at the drop … Continue reading Puzzle
Nothing feels better than taking care of myself. Work outs and coffee in the morning, face masks and tea in the evening - nothing is too much of a commitment, too much of a burden, for the feeling of renewal it brings me. In a single day, I probably do most things just to take … Continue reading Refreshed
Tomorrow morning I have to wake up at 6am, in order to leave my accommodation by 7am, in order to make my flight home. I hate waking up, especially when I’ve only slept a little. It’s 1am now. Whoops. If I sleep a lot and wake up naturally, then waking up is fine. It’s welcome. … Continue reading Alarm Clock
Whoops. I'm doing it again. Saying no. But no, it's no slip up. It's not a mistake. It's vacation and laughter and good times. It's friendship. Goodnight.
"You're going to hell," my brother said. "I'll see you there," I thought in my head. "No I'm not," I said instead. We were standing in a grocery store parking lot. Now a pagan and an agnostic, the premise doesn't matter, yet I haven't forgotten.