I realize this feels disjointed in an earnest way, I hope. But it's what I need right now, and that brings comfort, that idea of reminding myself how my life has worked and how it will continue to do so in the future.
Tag: Love
One Rainy Day
Quiet chair, Can you hear me Soft dry tears running down, down, down Wait. Rain pours gently, And so the outside becomes the In.
Being conscious in consumption.
So swim with me in this moment dear, Reader, and picture your life. See the choices you have made, the choices you are going to make, and the choices you are making and float with me just for this moment.
Traces in the sand
So I feel the trace of my foot as it murmurs softly through the dropped light of possibility smirking as I watch my past chase my steps.
Circular, Cyclical, Cozy.
Like the feel of the matte soup cup too big to hold with nothing but the strongest four-tipped finger press Muffled sounds crescendoing to a cacophony of silence peaceful.
Life through living
To life, may it be lived through us all.
For the love of stories.
I lived my own renditions of these stories molding my interests and desires into existence on a small patch of grass neighboring the edge of a vast and endless valley tipped at the boundary of a forest; inviting yet scary.
Wishes and Memories
Sometimes my mind can't help but swirl, and I just fall.
Bittersweet time traveling.
This is a farewell post, a brief memento to myself as I try and process all my thoughts and emotions. How do you say goodbye to a place that has given you so much?
Memories and Reflections: My first year running a club.
Literature is wide and different, it's quirky and beautiful, scary and romantic and it's waiting for each and every one of you. All you need to do is try.
Milkshake Thoughts 