The TV droned on whilst myself and Michael watched aimlessly from the couch, legs draped over one another’s. I couldn’t tell one second of the show from the next. The plot was lost behind Michael’s rythmic tapping on my calf. I curled my nose in annoyance. It was plainly obvious by the grin he had plastered across his playful expression that the taps were meant to ellicit such a response from me. ...

“I’ve never met anyone like you before.”

“You should be grateful for that.”

A pause.

“Doesn’t it make this just a little bit better to know that there’s not some other easy comparison to make reference to?”

He grinned.

She was a wistful one.

“I suppose so it does, yes.”

It’s not like he had anyone he *wanted* to compare this to, anyways. He simply wanted her to know that she seemed “...

My mind is not like a boat.

It does not sail smoothly on the seas I call my brain.

It was not crafted to float atop the waters, that weren’t really ever made to hold safe travels through its midst anyways.

A boat, I think, would be far more enjoyable.

But within the thoughts I often have, enjoyable isn’t often a word that I find myself coming across.

Most solutions I try to incorporate in ord...

If someone shines too bright they get put out and that’s not very nice. I am scared I’ve done that to people. I don’t know if that’s because of me or because of other people? I don’t know if I give too much or take too much. And I worry so much about what people think which is a bad thing. I guess I’ve had a lot of people in my life that I just always wanted to love and that I loved hanging out wi...

“But what’s that building for, Mimi?” Questioned the woman’s granddaughter, Leela. “I see people going in and out every day, but we’ve never visited!”

The old woman sighed heavily. She had been avoiding the 12-year-old’s questioning all afternoon. Still, “Mimi” - or Greta, as most townspeople knew her - couldn’t help but smile slightly at her persistence. Leela was so much like her mother. They bo...

So the princess rode in her chariot off to her future. The end and the beginning of a wondrous fairytale. She beamed as trumpets sounded all around her. The air filled with glittering sparks of pure bliss. Unsure of where this road would take her, but entirely unconcerned with the destination. She was returning to herself, but this time with wings of adventure. Every feather filled with lessons of...

If someone were to ask me

if there had ever been a story

about two souls

who were meant to be together

as much as the sun was meant to shine

I would tell them about us.

About me and you.

Even if

I were to leave this planet

before getting to feel your fingers on my skin

I would never doubt the wonder

that is our love.

But I know I will get to feel you

next to me

and on my skin.

And that...

The aquarium was nearly empty today. It wasn’t unexpected, considering the heavy downpour of rain outside. The Pacific Northwest was notorious for its generally gloomy weather, but I didn’t mind. I’d lived here my whole life, and the drizzle made for beautiful greenery during the warmer seasons. With nothing else to do, staring at fish while inside a giant glass tunnel seemed like a decent way to ...

Never quite have I been one to enjoy truly being “seen”.

No one bothered to know my truth when viewing me upon a stage; there they could insert my self as a character in some other story which better suited their fancies.

Nothing which I performed for others was ever truly a reflection of my “self”.

Neither full honesty nor misdirection - everything which I displayed was an expression of my tru...

It wasn’t often I presented my art anywhere, to anyone - let alone at any sort of contest. My art pieces doubled as pieces of myself. I wasn’t the most confident individual, and inviting in criticism has never been a strong-suit. So to ask that my “pieces of self” be judged was entirely out-of-character.

But this drawing was different. Generally I didn’t think much about the technical appearance ...