Operation Beautiful
She looks in the mirror, they tell her she is beautiful, why doesn’t she believe what they say? They say that here eyes are the epitome of beauty, but they are sockets of… Read More
She looks in the mirror, they tell her she is beautiful, why doesn’t she believe what they say? They say that here eyes are the epitome of beauty, but they are sockets of… Read More
If it hasn’t already become apparent, my apprehension has escalated more with every day. I’m ready for senior year to be over, I’m ready to move out, I’m ready for my summer to… Read More
There’s something about a moth in my home. I don’t really feel like home without them, if only because the house just seems a little empty. I know, I’m a little strange. I… Read More
Above the throne of the rubies and the glittering garnets etched in sky, the clouds that paint the wisps of stain in the hearth, of the embers above the sun after rise. I… Read More
I woke with a song, some love-sick melody, I strolled through the gardens and only saw the weeds. Overgrown in a forest, never thought it could have meant anymore than just a dandelion,… Read More
Life is but a blossom, death is but a wilt. But war and sorrow are an early frost that make the summer still.
I must apologize now for the lack of good quality in this photo (it was taken on my iPhone), but it is one of the most important photos I have ever taken, I… Read More
Beneath the sky, among the droplets of rain, maybe I pretend. Maybe I lie. But maybe, just maybe, above logic or reason, the clouds in my mind come into fruition in the sky.… Read More