Is this me?

I do not remember how I got here. I stand surrounded by a maze of mirrors. I do not hate the girl I see with an ocean of blonde just a few shades darker than white stitched to her scalp. I feel bad for her. Her features do not belong on her round cherub angel … Continue reading Is this me? →

Save myself

“I gave all my oxygen to people that could breatheI gave away my money and now we don’t even speak.I drove miles and miles, but would you do the same for me? Oh honestly?” . You’re speaking words masked with love, But I don’t feel warmth in your touch. It’s hard to believe what you … Continue reading Save myself →

Believer

I don't know about you, but I am a firm believer in change. I believe that everyone has the capacity to make change. Change, in a measuring stance, can be anywhere from making one choice between your favorite ice cream brand, or change leading up to a revolution. And I know that this is a … Continue reading Believer →

Everybody Dies In Their Nightmares

Drifting, fading, shrinking. When the night terrors refuse to subside, I’m left trapped inside my miserable skull. I can’t do it. I can’t fight it. I wanna find a peace of mind, but I don’t feel strong enough. Not when peaceful sleep is often a rarity. I feel the fade and I suppose I’ll try … Continue reading Everybody Dies In Their Nightmares →

Rise Again.

I know how it started. At least, think I do. I think I began to know too much. I started learning through trial and error that sometimes bad things happen repeatedly, and I can’t stop most of them. Then I remember those things I could have prevented, but didn’t. As I watch life pass by, … Continue reading Rise Again. →

November 1st, 2014

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 →

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 →

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 →

Bed Sheets

The very first time I bought my own bed sheets, I was nineteen. I know that this specific title is definitely going to make you think I am about to talk about sex. I just want to get that out of the way. I’m not here to talk about that, because while it’s something I’m … Continue reading Bed Sheets →