The Road We Were Always Walking
A small thought about free will, fate, and the strange possibility that every choice is simply another way of arriving where we were already meant to
A small thought about free will, fate, and the strange possibility that every choice is simply another way of arriving where we were already meant to
just a tiny thought about whether “now” is even real, or if we’re always a little too late to experience it.
just a small question about the strange little thing we call “me.”
Something To Think or Sink Truth To. A Mirror Of Me Can Be Mirror Of You And A Mirror Of You Can Be A Mirror Of Me. It's All On What You See
welcome to my locket.
This is a character profile for Rhea Harmonia Skyris, one of the characters in my original story, The Luxen Chronicles: Remnants. I hope you enjoy!
An original and dramatic monologue set in the emotional terrain of Honey spot by Jack Davis. Tim is a young boy, newly experiencing racism. Enjoy :)
A crumpled letter for the things I forget. (Very repetitive. You have been warned.)
Here's what your diary feels about you...
prose poetry?? i dunno~
The darkness consumed me and i was lost, but someone pulled me into the light.
I guess I can't do anything right
as terence mckenna once said, “the world is made of words. and if you know the words that the world is made of, you can make of it whatever you wish."
A poem, or piece of writing, I wrote when I realized my self worth and what true happiness was really about.
IDK anymore, this is from a while ago after we started our poetry unit in school :/