Baker. Frank Baker. 1976. String cheese. - “Look, it’s Frank! The string cheese guy!” “String cheese! Yeah!” Thunderous voices found Mr. Baker, and all he could do was smile with a wave of his hand. He was old now, not yet dead but making great strides towards his headstone. “Do you happen to have any … Continue reading The Guy Who Invented String Cheese
I wonder if I'm as loud as my cells and organelles. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder. ~ What did they do before they invented the silence? What could they have done before its existence? It must have been an impossible time, because I can never find it. Outside, I hear the animals. Inside, I … Continue reading what did they do before they invented the silence?
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 … Continue reading Boy in a Well | Part 2
There would be moments where I would find time to be alone. I leave the cabin and sit along the river bank and toss stones into the water. It was nice, nice to think about anything and do nothing. For most of my life, I was an only child. That changed two weeks ago. It’s … Continue reading Boy in a Well | Part 1
I have always been a person that notes change. Frankly I’m not sure if I love or hate the breaking of my habitual routine or of my consistent thoughts and judgements; nonetheless, it is still fascinating to me. Thoreau’s quote is like a remedy to my younger self’s question about how people gain or lose … Continue reading Things Do Not Change, We Change | Laws of Life Essay
A college essay. Prompt: What is your favorite word? Why? Enjoy! ~ Observing spelling alone, weird itself is a weird word. Its spelling is odd, one of the most inane of the English language. If you say it slow enough, you can hear the “we’re” right before you pop the “duh.” We’re duh. The oddities … Continue reading The Best Word Is Weird | Essay
Nothing makes me feel this way to bend to ones control. I don't like what happens to my brain but the feeling is far from miserable. There's a power, there's a charm in every little pattern in every little syllable everything that shouldn't matter. - Two feet in. No doubs, no doubts, no doubts. Two … Continue reading Two Feet In | Poem/Song
Jumped into a fire, didn't get burned. Because of the strength of your last words. You have no impact on me but it is I who cannot reach a proper conclusion. - It's a state of illusion. I think I'm losing myself to me. I think it's time to live my life without any fears, … Continue reading State of Illusion | Poem/ Song
Envious. The only way to describe that phenomenon of green-faced Jealousy. That one bright, talented prodigy that excels at one feat so well that their superiority in that field is the first thing that comes to mind upon thinking of them. Well, what happens when they lose that special spark that had constructed their whole … Continue reading Don’t Have Only One Trait That Defines You: Identity Essay
My least satisfying days are the ones where I am both restless and drained. I feel like I’m not doing enough, like there are more responsibilities I should be handling, and I wonder if I’m working as hard as I should. I feel fidgety, squirming on the inside. But at the same time, I’m too … Continue reading How Hard Are You Working?