Normally when I imagine being in a chapel like this, in some fancy outfit, with people, I don’t exactly feel excited. Or happy. Or anything positive really. Not until right now. I guess this day is a lot of firsts. A reframing of some of the things I’d grown to dislike.

For one, I got to pick my formalwear! Normally when there’s some big once in a lifetime event, my mom forced me into whatever ne...

I’m not ashamed to say my grief has been an ever present force. They say grief is love that has no where to go. I’ve been feeling that a lot lately as I roam out now empty halls.

Your mother tells me I should keep going, that you wouldn’t want me to sit here writting this. Maybe she’s right. Maybe sitting frozen writting letters to a daughter who will never return isn’t good for me. Still I sit ...

“Oh no no no no no…” I watched in fear as she trembled, her small frame shaking. She was just on the other side of the room. I could see her so clearly, and as relieved as the sight made me it also broke my heart. “Vivi-Anne please” She didn’t hear me. Maybe the sound reached her ears but I could see it in her face, she didn’t process it. I ran as fast as I could too her, the pain in my sprained a...

I never understood why people like poems

Or how they see what they claim to see through them

Bittersweet words and flowery messages

Over complicated analogies of bare bone skeletons

Writers with feelings they can’t seem to process

So they write it all down for the world to see

Well the world seems to understand their stresses

So tell me, why is it that the world doesn’t include me?...