Nonfiction

Life is colors and if you look hard enough you can always see them.

We were, now we are not and  you should learn from our mistakes.

Ask me four months ago if the end of the world was a silly idea and I would have answered you of course it is, now it's not so out of reach. It was a normal school day when the earthquake hit.

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An alternate universe where everything is fine--

A rainy day in town, droplets falling onto the pale pavements of the dreaded city. One foot outside, it felt as if my blood had frozen. Half a body, my veins stopped pulsing.

I used to think my bucket list was to become famous, and sing, and act... not that a piece of my heart doesn't still want to do these things. But I have a new list, a new aspiration for my life. I want to travel.

I have always loved heights and climbing on everything. So when I saw a really cool aerial silks performance when I was ten, I knew I had to try it. Aerials are a form acrobatics do in the circus like trapeze, or kind of like gymnastics in the air.

As the years have passed my bucket list has exiled to bigger more exciting things like travling being  published and so one.

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LOVE IS LOVE
NO HUMAN IS ILLEGAL
BEAUTY HAS NO SKIN TONE
END POLICE BRUTALITY
WE ARE ALL EQUALSPEACE ON EARTH
SCIENCE IS REAL
EQUALITY 
I CAN'T BREATHE

Trips to the store become exciting.

     When I was younger, I didn’t really have a bucket list. My dreams were things that were all easily accessible like doing well on a test or beating a certain video game.