writerfromva

I am a girl from Burlington, Vermont.
And I will always be a New England girl,
Trips to Maine because I can’t survive the summer without seeing the ocean.
Family from Massachusetts,
And a dear love for Boston.

a fresh white blanket covers the hill.

i press my palms down into the layers.

flakes fall onto my face.

they melt fast but the feeling stays.

The pressure on your chest weakens as the craft gradually decelerates to a halt, and you find all the mass has been pulled out of you, leaving only your volume.

art is love and love pushes through.

vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out. 

grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving, 

Am I doing this right? 
Is there some rule book for college that my mom never made me read?

Was it lost in translation because I was never popular? 
Or maybe because my parents had stricter rules?