I see beauty in a freedom I never experienced growing up, and I am not jealous. My own closet is a place I have come to call home rather than cage, and I am not angry.
| indecision |
“My home is made of doors, / One stacked on top of another / To form the walls of an open cage / From which I cannot escape”
Cicada // Part 1
“The next summer—fascinated—she collected the shells leftover from Cicada Season. Armed with a shoebox and nimble fingers, she wandered around the yard with bare feet, with the grass tickling her toes.”
papier-mâché // composite of an identity
The paint is chipping, she thinks, distantly. The paint is chipping and there is only cheap paper underneath, papier-mâché crumbling at the edges.
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Flirtation with the Future [Rome, Italy]
The one where I lost my phone in Rome, ran in the rain, and found a new side of myself.
these were the futures we never had
You believed me–you shouldn’t have. Because time rotted through those pages, object permanence yellowing the edges of my memory, and we never saw each other again.
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Heartbreaker [Four Steps to Carnage]
i. you gotta have fun
A Long Hiatus: Coming Back from a Pandemic
Readers, I find it almost funny how little has changed on this blog over the past two years. I took a long hiatus over the