We didn’t try but

Who a person is

They listen but roll

The fact that I find

An entire generation, starved for affection and terrified of love.

If you knew you were going to die in a year or less, what would you start doing differently?

You should write about friends who dont even seem like your friends. Friends who you help with anything and everything and they barely even listen to your stories. Friends who pretend.

How do we know if we’re doing the right thing? Like what if a choice we make has a positive consequence in one regard yet an unforeseen negative consequence in another?

Guilt drips from my pores and pools on the floor like evidence of my recklessness. As if I never noticed the agony I was causing, like I was blind to the casualties around me. Pleading for deliverance from my abiding ineptness is no longer an option I can claim with clear conscience. Some say it’s better to keep closed lips and plead the fifth. I say that I am guilty and beckon the retribution forthwith.

I can feel the pain

20,000 breaths

I’ve mastered the art

A light, steady pull.

Blanket the world around me in a shimmering sheath. Pay no heed to those who shield their face and forsake your virtue. Only a fool would deny your beauty. Only a fool would curse your name.

And suddenly, I’m