And this is how it starts.   You are reading a page I once wrote  about a paper game (of consequences) in which my friend met god on the couch of eternity— and he turned to her and said    Hey you wanna get out of here and see the world? before leaning back and ...

What will be the meaning of life, If you never jump, If you never take the leap? Will you leave all your dreams Dying in a heap? The choice will be yours to make- To rise above, To accept your mistakes And set them free. Life will be a journey Full of lessons. Lessons that ...

I miss the days where my world was filled with bursts of color, sparkling and bright. What was once a cacophony of life and joy has been sucked dry by a society full of expectations and boxes. Trends must be followed, personalities squashed to fit in with those around us; individuality missing. I used to ...

How can I loveIn a world full of hate? How can I growWhen I’m crushed by the weight? How can I learnWhen ignorance is bliss? How can I succeedWhen jobs are remiss? How can I governWhen politics are a joke? How can I speakWhen my words always choke? How can I thriveIn this world that ...

I choose to believe  that there is more to life than heartache and grief. I have endured much hardship. Still, I wake to watch the sun rise above the mountain peak. I feel the salt of the ocean waves, catch the scent of something sweet, then let the soft flavors melt on my tongue. I ...

I pour my heart out on the page.Heartbreak, happiness,Bitterness, rage.This blank screen is now my stage.This is my letter to the world.This is my life unfurled. Take my hand.Walk with me.This journey is now ours to see.All the love, the tears,The laughter, joys, and fears.This life we make so much better,When we walk life’s road ...

The biggest epiphany I had was the realization that no one would save me but myself. I needed to stand up to the monsters in my brain. It fell to me to take control of my environment and decide whether to change or nourish it. No doctor or handbook existed to show the perfect way ...

It had been six months since the dead walked out of the sea. Benjamin sat atop the rounded bluffs, made pitiful by time and the saline air. The beach, an inconsequential strip of sand not long before, was now ghostly silent. Only fading tracks and worn trails hinted at the commotion which had come and ...

My sweater sat, draped over an open drawer. I examined the stains and tears, earned from years of love. The garment seemed to be on its last legs, yet I longed to lose myself in the familiar fabric. When I was six, my grandfather died from a heart attack. “Too full of love,” my mom ...

Living in New York rarely provided comfortable commutes. It was considered lucky if it was a subway transporting you somewhere, but often that’s not the case. My commute was a train to a bus that brought me home. I hated this route, but it proved the fastest way to my destination. Anxiety remained a present ...