evil | stream of consciousness

part 1 Realized and actualized, internalized and sentient: are the evil bodies that float within me really my own? Do I accept them as my own, or continue living as if I were good? Am I good? Prove it to me that I’m not as evil as my most evil thought. Prove it to me,…

No Proof Of Yesterday | Ramblings

I stand in a room, noticing the walls that create the square I stand. I then wonder what proof there was that today existed. There is none. No one in a year, let alone in a millennium, would know that this day existed. Not how the day existed through my eyes, at least. That was…

Patience and Cheesecake | Saturday Thoughts

Hello and hello! For the people who keep up with my blog, I’m sure you’ve noticed that I’ve been a bit absent. I’m nearing the end of my summer college courses, which means lots of prep work for finals and presentations. My mind has been very focused on the more academic side of my life…

comfort in the nothingness | SoCs prose

Happy Saturday, everyone! This stream of consciousness piece is written for Linda G. Hill’s SOC Saturdays with the prompt as “coffee, tea, or me.” Enjoy! ~ you aren’t you. you’re everything everyone thinks you are. you aren’t your own skin, you can’t feel your bones. the words in your brain do not exist. am I coffee,…

nails in the brain | SoCs poem

Good morning, everyone! This stream of consciousness poem is written for Linda G. Hill’s SOC Saturdays with the prompt as “nails.” I hope you all enjoy! ~ dull metal stabs the soft tissue of my fleshy, futile organ, puncturing it over and over, until all the life, all the intelligence, all that power I thought…

Fangirl | Poem

This poem is for Linda G. Hill’s SoC Saturdays. The prompt for today is fan. Hope you enjoy! ~ Silly little fangirl Putting all your faith in one person All that faith in individuals who don’t even know you exist Silly little fangirl Putting all you eggs in one basket Just waiting for the moment…

Boy in a Well | Part 2

His face is plain and new and too small to really see. I had never seen this boy before. Before he can throw another rock at me, I call out to him: “Hi!” He can hear me. I wonder how he got in there. I wonder for how long. I ask him this.  Maybe he…

Senioritis: Class of 2020

Only five full days of school have passed by and I’ve already been hit with the dreaded (inevitable) Senioritis. I would say that I’m surprised—since I have been heavily motivated and hardworking throughout my entire school career—but that would be a hilarious lie. Junior year was a complete wreck, an onslaught of projects and extra…