This is the spot I remember, the place where time stood still. You stared at me and I was lost in you. I couldn't move, but from within I moved in all directions. The statue of your image couldn't have been more still than what I saw before me. A living perfection; I wanted no … Continue reading Just One Time.
I've kept a journal since I was around eleven or twelve. Considering how old I am now, that's more than half my life. I don't know where those early journals are, my mom probably took them when I wasn't looking and put them in the basement along with my other school things, but I do … Continue reading Transforming My Writing.
I want you to tell me You love me I want you to ask me My favorite things that I do When I don't have to be Someone else for everybody else. My secret fears is that you'll run away When I tell you my darkest fears Insecurities line me when I imagine you knowing … Continue reading The One to Change My Mind.
Your eyes are too blue, your skin is too smooth Your eyes could shine a little less, the Arizona sun couldn't shine so intensely. The blonde hair is that of a Californian, perfectly in place with the finesse of the athletically obsessed. You're so perfect, even to the attitude that would shatter the glass you … Continue reading How You Engage Me.
Last year was kind of annoying, mainly because of the United States election. People have to share their political opinions whether you want to hear them or not and continually bombard you with questions about how you feel about certain topics. I thought it was a good idea at the time to tell people that … Continue reading The Time I Refused to Satisfy Someone’s Curiosity.
Last night, a news reporter was interviewing two people about O.J. Simpson. One of them was a childhood friend and the other was a prison guard at Simpson's prison. Simpson's parole hearing is on Thursday and the world will find out if he gets to walk free or not. The reporter wanted to get some … Continue reading On Murder and Fame.
If you asked me outright, I'd probably tell you that I wasn't vain. But the fact of the matter is, I am. I love the coloring of my hair, it's brown cascades with blonde and reddish strands. The way it shines and grows so long when others struggle to make it grow past their chin. … Continue reading On Vanity.