Monument

We’re a splendid mess, aren’t we? We’ve fought without stopping for days on end. We miscommunicate and say the wrong things and take out our stress on one another. We’ve barely made it through some of our differences–yet here we are, six months later, still deeply in love and still committed.  Today marks half a … More Monument

Logical

A friend told me the other day that I sometimes blur the lines between reality and my emotions. It’s true. I don’t know how I feel. I don’t know how I should feel. I know I used to be loving and easygoing and genuinely happy, but now I blow everything out of proportion. I’m told … More Logical

Smile

There are precious things in the world still. Even when I am experiencing the feeling of falling apart. When I am detached from everyone and everything. When the stress and fear is too much and I want to sleep my life away. There are unicorn frappuchinos from Starbucks. There are kisses on the head. There … More Smile

Inception

Change is difficult. It is also an inevitable, chaotic, and beautiful facet of life. I’ve never experienced so much at one time before, and I don’t know how to handle it or the overwhelming emotions that come with the different experiences. The bittersweet ending of my high school education. Leaving my first job. Getting older … More Inception

Lovely

She is captivating. The sparkle in her eyes reflects her spirited personality, her brushstrokes accentuating her creativity. I watch her work, and I smile.  She thinks she isn’t good enough, but her determination is more than enough to take her far away from where she feels stifled, and into the place she was created to … More Lovely

Canvas

My life is a canvas. Some parts of it are cracked and dull, full of shadows and dark colors. Others are colorful and splattered, messy and grouped into indistinct patterns.  The prettiest are smooth and flowing, made of peaceful reflections and light pastels. These different sides all make up the edge of the painting, some … More Canvas

Scarred

How has this happened? To my friends, the people I’ve grown up with, the different pieces of my heart. We’ve gone from bubble gum days to brokenhearted nights, in the span of a single season. We get the mean reds that show themselves on pale wrists, and we forget what it means to love and … More Scarred