There’s a lot to be said for working 40-hours a week. You get in this habit, this routine of perpetual exhaustion, and much of your effort at the end of your day involves surviving through traffic, getting home, throwing in a frozen pizza, showering (if you even have enough energy for that), and using your few hours to yourself, most …
An illustration by me regarding selling ones feelings to the world.
A recent college grad accounts for her post-college life.
A slam poem that pokes fun at many dark pieces of daily existence.
A poem regarding appreciation of friendship and internal growth.
A personal blog post commenting on the negative effects of psychological flow, coupled with the end of a rough semester in college.
An article commenting on what it’s like to feel lost within a fast-paced society.
I was the definition of a malfunction. A machine that had feelings. How funny. Machines aren’t supposed to feel. They aren’t supposed to cry or laugh. But I do. I’m a machine that feels. One that hurts every moment I swallow oil to lubricate my gears. One that hurts every moment I flip the “On” switch on the side of my …
My experience with apathy and living day by day.
I have an ocean inside me, Motion, a wave of emotion, Rippling through bones and beating insides The oxygen, where are you? The salt, seeping in my lungs Each breath, hoarse, nails running down red flesh, Blood washed away, the waves curl. The sharks inside me tremble. They smell the crimson, the dripping organs Now filled with sand – solid, …