I love writing because it is the rare opportunity to wield full control. It is beauty, slowly poured into a delicate vial, its fragility a pushback to our desire to hold it tightly in our hands.
Amazing. Another day that would end with more additions to her collection of freckles. What a time to be alive that the sun may grant me little kisses on my cheeks and on the bridge of my nose. What a time to be alive that I am able to leap out my front door with [...]
We all just live trying to do right by others, to do right by everyone but ourselves. Our eyes search, desperately in its stomach-wrenching starvation, for a glimmer in yours. But it creeps back into our minds... uninvited, unwelcome, yet still unrelenting: this is not how we were meant to live. We were not meant [...]
I am incredibly fragile. An eggshell would shatter after I did. The slightest flick of your wrist sends me flying against the wall. As I slump to the ground, I see the sheer disappointment in your eyes. To be ignorant would be a blessing for a soul like me.
I live with caution. Some may ask why I choose to live my life walking on eggshells, in fear of one little crack within the expanse of white laid out before me. I live with caution and a carefully curated confidence no matter how much it exhausts me because I care more about how others [...]
I can't tell myself that you won't experience dips. It'd be cold to tell you that you won't spend some nights, alone in your bedroom, with the sheets wrapped around your body trembling with momentary lapses of your sense of self worth. I can't wish upon you all the happiness in the world because it [...]
We try so hard to strip ourselves of the labels that others throw on us. But life is a game of catch, not dodgeball.