Cleansing

I have been rinsing myself of everything the year left on me cleansing myself of the scars, the wounds, the war. I am taking a brush and painting over all the acrylic blues they covered me in, letting my watercolored soul meet the sun once again. I am meeting myself for the first time, shaking…

Coddiwomple

Life is really, truly, wholeheartedly beautiful. In every stupid overused cliche, in each song about feeling reborn, I guess there really is some truth to be found. I have only been here for ten days and I feel more consistently alive than I have in longer than I can remember. There are no spouts of…

Augie

Echoed footsteps on cold tile and sisterly giggles filling the murky summer air. “Augie slow down! Your legs are toooo looooong.” Listen closely and you can hear the salt water pool splashing and circulating, only a window away. Breathe deeply and you can taste it. You can count the people we’ve loved by the freckles…

Maybe Meant To Be, But Not To Last.

Our lives are full of turning points, and sometimes those turning points happen have two eyes and a name. Some people are meant to be together, just not forever. Temporary people are no less significant than those who we find to be permanent. While they do eventually find a parting way in our timelines, they…

A Personal Revolution

It’s so much harder to write when you’re happy. When you’re drowning and overwhelmed by emotion, the thoughts pour onto pages as fluidly as water finally causing a rupture in a dam, but when you feel light within you, words become secondary. Nothing even begins to come close to the feeling of a thousand suns…

Revival

There are journals and canvases scattered all over the floor left from my 2 AM song lyrics and watercolor ramblings and somehow, their disarrayed arrangement is art within itself that kind of organized chaos I feel like it reflects what my mind looks like currently. Watercolored silhouettes with blended colors, all nonsense unless explained yet…