Writing

In this time in the world with everything that is going on, we need to find joy in the small things. Your sanity depends on it.

Look

I’m sick and tired of all this shit and pretending

Look

I’m sick and tired of all the fairytale endings

Look

I don’t know how I’m supposed to survive like this

But look

Social media is pretty much everywhere. It’s how we share things we like, keep up with friends, and maybe share things we don't like.  And while it can be fun, I honestly think teens spend way too much time on it.

The play begins at a school auditorium with Harley, Mei, and Grant working on their lines on stage, Harley practicing dialogue to Mei and Mei responding with the two standing on upstage right, Grant is testing his sound cues he made

Your hair was always beautiful,

Long and luciousous,

Everyone always loved it. 

But then you cut it off. 

Long strands fly away to the floor,

While you're in the bathroom, 

Closed door. 

golden like the sun, 

blooming in the spring, 

till they turn to fuzz, 

flying in the wind. 

what our parents call weeds, 

what we called flowers when we were young.