
The Happiest Year of My Life
Trying to have more of a heart like Christ this year made me a bit of a dummy. Not because Christ is, but because I’m

Trying to have more of a heart like Christ this year made me a bit of a dummy. Not because Christ is, but because I’m

Exposed her body for a little more attention. Rejected lovers based merely on their net worth. Self-condemnation only appeared when she felt as though he

Why does intimidation rise when you see them? Why must you find a way to demean them? It’s as if dreams offend you. Almost like

What happens when the thing you prayed for becomes your normal life? You wanted more. You moved for more. And you got more. But, “more”

There’s been debate on whether or not people are merely to be experienced. And I’ve struggled with the idea for some time. My initial thoughts

They lock eyes. There’s a feeling of familiarity here. His eyes start to fall. Her eyes enlarge. Who wronged who? There was a time

Pride will have you blinded to realities that are blatantly in front of you. There’s no way this person would see me this way. Fabricating

Oh Baltimore, Be Good to Me As I sit to write this piece, listening to the amazing Ludovico Einaudi, I have to stop to feel.

Being so far from normal makes me constantly feel alone. People look at me and say, “You’re so accomplished” And I think, I haven’t touched

The Night the Bedtime Story Ended Once upon a time there was a young girl who loved a good bedtime story. In fact, it was
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