November. The latest stage of Fall. My favorite season. This season always has a bittersweet undertone for me, as there are so many things to look forward to at this time of the year. But things I do not wish to face.Grandpa's death. November 29, 2008 was the day Grandpa died. I already cried out … Continue reading November 1st, 2014
Space, Part Two
Emotional space is something that I am always establishing for myself. I need protection, not just for my sake, but for the well being of the people around me. I never really understood the essential need for it, but I do know that I need my space in order to function. And what I hate … Continue reading Space, Part Two
Headphones
The most dangerous thing that you can see someone carry is headphones. Not a gun, not drugs, but headphones. And let me tell you why. A simple and common weapon. Easily accessible to the masses, and is a massed produced item. Headphones function for one thing: centering the music through our two ears into our … Continue reading Headphones
You Are My Sunshine
I love her. I love her so very much. I am extremely fortunate to have that special someone in my life. And she is my sunshine, quite literally actually.I love my partner. She has changed me so much in the two and a half years that we have been dating. And I do not see … Continue reading You Are My Sunshine
Broken Pieces
Dear Nate, I don’t think there was ever a time in my life where I felt more distressed. The amount of pain that I felt was so far beyond unbearable. I was ready to dip into Death’s sweet nectar. I lost my sanity. I lost myself. I broke myself. I found you before I broke, … Continue reading Broken Pieces
Muted
I went to a concern with Alayna yesterday. We went to San Jose to see her favorite rapper, NF. It was my first concert and it was NF's last show for his tour. I feel like destiny was there last night.While reflecting on this experience, I saw this post in our think bubble for prompts. … Continue reading Muted
Guilty as Charged
I am a sucker for pain. There, I admit it.I don't know why or how I can feel such comfort in pain, but I do. And to not misunderstand it as physical pain, but emotional torture. I am alive and I am aware that it is not a healthy thing to do, but sometimes I … Continue reading Guilty as Charged
Let Go
To say that letting go is easy depends on what exactly it is. Letting go of a dollar, more or less, is easy depending on the need and substance it delivers. And as I have learned in life, through trial and error, that we are not meant to hold onto everything. We are meant to … Continue reading Let Go
My First
When I first started dating my current partner, we had a talk about our firsts. And surprisingly, for two teenagers in a town that's known for underage parties and most people over the age of 15 to lose their virginity, we didn't. We would be each other's firsts. Not to say that we have done … Continue reading My First
Deeper than Anger.
Part two. Rage is coming to a searing boil. To be perfectly blunt, it’s not my anger that concerns me, it’s the anger of white men. That’s because it’s not just anger. All I see in your eyes is pure, red rage. It makes me wonder what happens if I make you snap. How far … Continue reading Deeper than Anger.
Feeling Drives Work 