An Unofficial, Not Really, Sort Of, Okay Maybe Not At All Personal Statement of a 30-year-old Grad Student To Be

Why is it in the most random moments, say during the morning hours of an inconsequential weekday, that the weight of your world comes crashing down upon your shoulders? Worries about everything consume you, almost to the point where you can’t

love in fog city

Such a solitary thing that we take for granted, The light that reflects in a person’s eyes when they stand on a balcony facing the sun, sand and say, “I love you.” The thousands of footsteps that follow trudging through

we go into the night as strangers

Sometimes the urge to run takes over me. It’s random, surprising, yet ultimately calming. I’m in the back seat of a moving car, looking at the ash of my cigarette burning down to a pencil point, grey and black flakes

this song made my night

[Audio clip: view full post to listen] I miss singing with my best friend. I miss my best friend. That’s all for tonight.

there is a way to get around it

It’s almost three months to the day since I’ve written here. Life is a strange thing that sometimes allows you to run at full tilt towards things that you never thought you’d ever do and at the same time, keeps

concealed in this fist

The last time I wrote here, I wrote about connection and the amazing ways that connections are discovered, formed, and ultimately broken. I wrote about how difficult it is to navigate connecting to people and how if and when you

concealed in this heart

This weekend was a weird one. The past two days have made me think about connection between people: what kind of people actually connect, when is it forced, when is the connection broken out of fear, and when it doesn’t