i’m seventeen now.
and when i look at the brow cut and shin scar that i have,
i remember when i used to feel pretty in my own skin.
Category Archive: Non-Fiction
when the city goes into REM and dims its many lights,
the twinkles above shine like no other—
beautiful, yet lacking life.
all my life, i’ve never been able to make out constellations.
When the trailer came out a few months back, my friend group – which consists of four, two who are complete Pokémon enthusiasts – decided to watch it when our local cinema would show it. I viewed the trailer and besides from being utterly freaked out by Lickitung, I concluded that the idea behind the live action film was worth the twenty-eight bucks, seeing as how I loved it so much, I watched it twice.
put your hand on my shoulder more abrupt than anyone has ever did
stop me while i’m walking down the street
ask me to tell you things about myself that aren’t true
i’ll quit walking and gleefully tell you:
What I’ve taken away from this book is the simple moral of people change. People are going to change and there’s nothing we can do to control it, seeing as we are ought to change at some point in our lives. The best we can do is put in the effort to accommodate those changes and love people unconditionally regardless of the situation they are in. If you truly put your heart to completing a task or loving somebody (who may or may not love you back), you will accomplish it.
I am a writer. Which is why it’s absurd that I cannot comprehend how I fail to find the words to explain how lucky I am to have been on the adventure I have been on. I cannot wait to see what my friends and myself will amount to in life, but I know it will be as spectacular as the fireworks on the fourth of July.
It’s such a question that never rusts, just transferred from generation to generation, like ocean wave after ocean wave. For as long as I can remember, my mind has vacillated between numerous options; teacher to lawyer, swimmer to artist, guitarist to businesswoman. Yet, to this day, I fail to set my foot upon a destined path. It feels as though everyone around me has found their future, grasp who they want to be. Me? I’m stuck at square one—nay, the game hasn’t even started for me.
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