personal narrative

I do not like football games because I do not belong at them. I know all the faces. There are hundreds of faces that I choose not to speak with. The lights make the sky paler but it is dark; only they will push back the dark. The rain is only visible in front of the lights, along with the sparks of a hundred thousand mosquitoes that flicker and skid wildly. Read more »

What is joy? So many would ask this out of others, but not know their own answers themselves. They do not even know what makes them happy these days, it's all just filled with sorrow and loss. But do they not know, that without sorrow and loss, there would be no joy? There wouldn't be an inch of happiness in this world without it, and that is truly a tragic story to tell. Read more »

I want to run through green fields,
barefoot with long tendrils of grass
twirling themselves around my bare ankles
and coming up through the spaces between my toes
like I used to do on warm summer days
before summer ended and school began,
one last time.

I want to laugh at a joke,
head tilted towards the sky
and lips parted in a grin that lit up my face
and made my eyes twinkle like stars
on a clear night
like I used to when we were best friends,
one last time.

I want to love someone,
heart pounding and mind swirling chaotic thoughts Read more »

I have big teeth. It doesn't bother me, and it's not something you need to skirt around for the sake of sparing my feelings. I know I have big teeth. My front two are about one-third bigger than the rest and topped off with a gap of a good half-centimeter. It's big enough for me to stick a straw in there and sip with my teeth completely closed. Don't tell me that's not cool. Read more »