The Beginning

Paper Planes

Breathing is like pen to paper—like a paper plane flying with writing hidden inside a single page— Who will get the last say? Who will find the message left behind? Maybe it will land in the water and become a boat holding all the hope an entire ocean can hold— Maybe it will go its… Continue reading Paper Planes

The Beginning

People Need a Melody

I feel weight on my body, But my mind is awake and waiting.   I feel hope. Small, but it grows and makes each step lighter— Like I’m lighting a fire And searching for the spark that’s starts a flame—   I will wait.   I don’t want to sink into this feeling I have… Continue reading People Need a Melody

Life

Left Behind

Depression: an absence of hope, filled with apathy, sitting in an empty house devoid of any colors or windows or doors. Sometimes I can hear a low rumbling drone, like a constant flow moving away from me, but I can't place it. I can't decipher or understand what this sound is, or where it is… Continue reading Left Behind