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Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken.
— Oscar Wilde.

This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.

Things I’ll Never Tell You

What if I told you, that summer day on the road when I fell apart, and the panic took over

I was more afraid of disappointing you, then the monsters pounding on my skull

And the safest I felt that whole trip was in the empty parking lot of a Shopko

While you hugged me as I crumbled, my whole body trembling, and told me it was okay we could turn around

What if I told you, the coffee and books we got the next day were an apology, just in case my untimely anxiety had ruined our trip

I wondered If anyone else would’ve walked with me along the deserted streets of Sault Saint Marie, waving like idiots at the Canadian border, wishing it was open

What if I told you That I’ll never find anyone else who wants to spend hours browsing bookstores with me

And I’ll never find anyone else who wants to listen to my crazy Taylor Swift theories, while every song she’s ever written plays softly through car speakers.

Instead, what if I told you that the picture I took of you

Was even more beautiful than when the whole sky lit on fire.

and while the sun kissed the earth goodnight

I let myself imagine what it would be like if we lived like this forever

Good for art

They say sadness is good for art

This may be true, I write best when my soul aches and dark clouds cover my mind

They say sadness is good for art,

but someday I’d like my happiness to be visible in every word I write.

Made of words

My heart pumps words instead of blood.

They flow through my veins and out my fingertips.

keeping me alive with every sentence I write.

Immortality

I have lived many years in fear of death

Afraid I won’t accomplish all my dreams

But maybe if I write enough,

then I will never die

My Savior

One day my brain broke

And I didn’t know how to fix it

So I suffered in silence

Waiting for someone to save me

But nobody came

So I had to learn how to save myself

Star-crossed

We run in circles too afraid to say what we feel,

orbiting around each other in the solar system of life,

when all we really want to do is to collide and set the world on fire.

Why We Write

We write our way through life because it’s the only way to make sense of the world around us.

We write to show our feelings

We write to say things we can’t possibly say aloud

We write to find ourselves

We write to find our people, the ones who can’t contain all the words that live inside them

We write because we need it just as much as we need to breathe

And it’s within all this writing that we finally feel at home