Posts
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Reflections
Everybody hates mirrors.
Anything reflective.
Anything that shows you who you are -
we will never be enough to appease ourselves.
I miss when I could go into a public restroom
and wash my hands
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Universal languages, as observed in Montreal
Universal languages are -
something you understand without speaking.
How you connect with people of
different.
Cultures, places, traditions.
How you love people who are not the same as you.
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What I want
I wasn’t
Sure.
Not one hundred percent.
I knew I wanted it
But I wasn’t prepared last time
We weren’t ready last time
I’m surprised I was ready this time.
But I was -
We were.
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Hindsight is 20/20
I am here to say this
in only facts
because I don't rely on feelings.
Fact:
Your Mr. Remarkable is quiet.
Cold.
Closed off.
Didn't interact unless
absolutely necessary
smiled maybe twice.
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Island
I would feel -
relaxed if I were
on an island by myself.
I could forget about
my life
forget about overdue math
and whether I'm behind or not
doing the right thing is always wrong
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Auditions
I like auditioning. I like it because it makes me feel special - I like the anticipation, walking in that room, and just getting to play what you've practiced. It's predictable.
Loves
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crush #30 - unreciprocated
i've had
29
crushes.
the problem is
almost
none
were
reciprocated.
recently
i've developed
another
on one of my
friends,
forbidden.
to her
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A Sweetness I Can't Grasp
I've been thinking,
that my little brother-
is just an illusion created by my mind.
And it's because
I don't get how somebody,
like him,
so sweet,
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My mirror
You,
my mirror,
my other half,
my dark side.
We look the same.
But in no way are we alike.
We're like two halves,
of the same coin.
But you-
are my worst regret.
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The Banana Bread Legacy
Is it okay that I wish for my grandmother to die?
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cool
tall
and ghostly pale
as if he were drenched in sheer silk
was what I saw when he left the room,
leaving behind footprints of moonlight in the halls.
cool as a winter breeze
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Can't Change Me
She upsets me
Her face
The way she laughs
The way she talks
She's like the piece of hair
That is never in the right place
Why does she even wear that
Why does she look like that
Looking at her