Writing

I hope that our legacy is our effort to love, that it is the times we held umbrellas above other peoples heads and shared whatever food we had and pointed out the stars.

I worked hard on it

we worked hard on it

cardboard piece by cardboard piece

completed with neon yellow construction paper and pipe cleaners

hot gluing the cardboard

a big cardboard circle on the bottom

It stood there since before yesterday

before last year

before we moved into this house 7 years ago

before I was born

before

         before

This was for a prompt where you choose an object and write about it - my object was a mini stapler covered with plastic gems.

The stapler sat on the pedestal-like black block

small, but still bound by gravity

Hope is what guided us through our constant cycle of creation and destruction, of love and hate, and of our hearts and our minds.

Nostalgia

I love this place

This camp

Third year

With my cousin best friend

And...it feels like school

There are people from school

Which

Even if I like them

Makes me tense up