The door is open for you to be yourself

I opened the door for you. I'm holding it ajar with my body, and ushering you inside with my right hand; it's an invitation for you to be yourself. You don't have to pretend to be someone else, because who you are is beautiful. I won't ask you to change for me. I like you [...]

By | 2017-01-16T14:41:05+00:00 January 16th, 2017|Uncategorized|Comments Off on The door is open for you to be yourself

I don’t feel creative

I don't feel creative and yet here I am writing this. It's because I want so much to feel creative. I want to feel that spark, the adrenaline, the drive, the want to create and feel something and yet I feel like a broken pencil tip, a dull razor blade, because I don't feel anything [...]

By | 2017-01-11T00:21:55+00:00 January 11th, 2017|Uncategorized|Comments Off on I don’t feel creative


I have too many questions and no answers; that's what life is about. I remember sitting in elementary school in the fifth grade, quietly raising my hand hoping that I would get called on, because I knew I had the right answer. It was devasting when Mrs. Gumbs called on someone else, because I knew [...]

By | 2016-12-15T21:48:35+00:00 December 15th, 2016|Uncategorized|Comments Off on Questions

When Thoughts Fly

My thoughts fly. 57. Coffee. 2000. Sometimes they crawl into the crevices of my heart, those words, feelings, truths and I want to hide from the rush of adrenaline. If I can't see you, you can't see me. Logic is something that we use when it's convenient. Emotions have capes that allow them to fly [...]

By | 2016-11-22T13:22:05+00:00 November 22nd, 2016|Uncategorized|Comments Off on When Thoughts Fly


  I don't like to weigh myself because numbers are depressing. When I was in high school I ranged from weighing 110 lbs to 120 lbs. I was super skinny. People used to ask me if I ate. And I did eat, I was just anxious all the time and eating was a challenge. I [...]

By | 2016-11-06T17:14:10+00:00 November 6th, 2016|Uncategorized|Comments Off on Pants


I talk to you in my dreams. You're here with me. We sit down in two armchairs across from each other. I can hear you. But you have to go. So I'll write you a note on top of these sausages in this takeout box. But ink doesn't work on the sausages. You've already left [...]

By | 2016-11-05T10:39:32+00:00 November 5th, 2016|Uncategorized|Comments Off on Dreams