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

Strangers

We can’t be friends. I thought I could do it, but I was wrong. It’s impossible to fix the past and it’s too difficult to live in the present and I find that it was better when we didn’t talk at all. Jealousy cripples me and regret never leaves. The gravity of what I lost, … More Strangers

Collision

Driving down the interstate Singing at the top of our lungs to the radio You lightly touch my arm and I smile Caught up in the song and the afterglow   Drawing x’s on each other’s hands We’re not even sure what they represent But it means you’re mine and I like that Laughing and … More Collision

Aesthetic

I fall in love with words. Poetry, literature, quotes, letters–they’re so much more to me than just sentences strung together randomly. They are dreams that were spoken into existence. They are demonstrative of what connects human together, illustrating the spilling of souls and the melting of hearts.  I don’t just want pretty words, though. I … More Aesthetic

Self-Portrait

I’m afraid to draw myself. I’m scared that once the painting is complete, once I’ve gotten past the difficulty of putting the pen to paper and sketching and then filling it in to completion, that I’ll look a little more closely. That maybe I’ll see something in my eyes that I’ve never noticed before. Maybe … More Self-Portrait