What happened to me? When did I decide to give up my soul for a copy? Copying words and phrases that match the people standing next to me— And when did I stop myself from being? I can’t think of a moment when I put my wants above someone else— So I’m reminded… Continue reading I’m Back
Waiting for love is like Waiting for warmth in December Or for snow in the middle of summer-- It's as consistent as the weather And as simple as an atom, Or a quiet explosion-- But I can't seem to find it.
I am scared of a lot of things. I'm scared of ISIS, terrorism, disease, and people hiding in the dark, waiting for people like me. I am scared of him. I am scared of being alone, and having no one to go to. I am scared of disappointing my parents, getting pregnant before I get married,… Continue reading This is Not a Black and White Story