If my life I wished to end, I’d throw myself out far, Past the foam my ship creates, Into the navy dark. Within the waves I’d teeter, Down and up, down, down. The remnants of my last regretful will- Soon by the sea are overthrown. Above- my eyes see the light, Shimmering in and out, Waving my last farewell to the sun, Releasing a muted shout. Slow and flowing down I dance, Through the silent dark, As pure serenity overtak...

Has anyone ever told you to "follow your heart", "dream big", or, my favorite, "reach for the stars"? Well, I'm not. I am merely here to tell you that there is a fine line between a dream and a whim. A dream is a five-year-old sitting on her swing set telling the cool second grader who lives next door that she wants to be an opera singer when she grows up. Not just a singer- an opera singer. She may have only heard opera...

I used to think a cage would suffice. Food. Shelter. Comfort. A sense of belonging. Seems like a good deal. Until they turn the key and steal your freedom. Trapped. Yet, you’re living the “good life”. The view from the outside looking in— It’s a lie. Trade your spirit for some dirt and water. See how long you stay sane. See how long you feel comfortable. You can brainwash yourself. That’s a common one. Repeating over and...

Flowing through this pen in such a rhythm, I wonder how these words stay preserved on paper. For in my mind they have faded faster than they appeared, and the picture they once painted is no longer clear. The contrast of the bright oranges and reds against the faintest yellow memories has swirled into a mixture of messiness I don’t care to control. These thoughts- like dreams, for a moment feel substantial and bright, but...