Writing

I hate that all that's left

of your memory

is a couple of Polaroids

A couple of photos I snapped because I didn't know what else to take photos of

I hate that.

Nothing could ever capture your spirit

Clumsy

Clunky

I've had bad days but not like this

Why isn't it falling into place?

It feels like I'm forcing my fingers to move

And they're not in sync with my brain

With a little bit of luck, you can get exactly what you wished for. Charlie Reese has been wishing for the same thing ever since fourth grade.

I’m at a seminar, for leadership.

Here, kids are like me: perfectionists, great students, excelling, afraid of not being enough.

Everyday, we scream our heads off to a cheer, O-U-T-S-T-A-N-D-I-N-G.

the room smelled sweet 

sweetness a mix between

the sterile and calm

a sweet temptation just out of my reach 

Teenage love is different from adult love,

we love hard,

raw.

We love with the hopes that we will find the one,

innocent to the ways that the 'one' will change over and over again,