looking back at the little choices that would have changed who I am now, I'm not the most impressive version of myself. Somewhere over the rainbow, there's another version of me sitting in coffee shops writing and bragging-a-little-but-still-being-friendly to the server about all of her hobbies and accomplishments! Why aren't I this person now? Well...I might … Continue reading Epidemic of the developed world
"Where do they go?" The girls asks, re-adjusting the tie on her blonde pigtails, and then her mother looked back onto the field of ash and covered remains laid to rest on the only motherland they could have. The girl faced her mother with an appraising look, holding back the reality of what was infront of them and the … Continue reading …and then I wasn’t so afraid anymore.
I am not anything else and I am not existing as a drawing for you to a paint, that belongs on a page or in a picture or in front of a camera. Captured like I was before. It's been so long since a December was... the way I first saw it. The way … Continue reading Paint me.