My heart is fractured by beating fists. Voices reach the inner workings of my body And push me to hide-- But darkness looks a lot like fear. I'm blindly moving through lost caverns Fighting for an answer-- But it isn't here.
Do not prop books on tree branches--they will fall and scare the heck out of the blonde girl in your American Lit class. Take two flashlights when you go caving, unless you feel like wandering through a cave in the dark for a few hours. … Continue reading 10 Things I’d Tell My Freshman-self