December 2010
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I can't deny it anymore.
I like you. A lot.
November 2010
3 posts
"To Blue, Blue Skies"
Translucent white clouds of incense Rise from the soft flames And the scent soars up To blue, blue skies It will go. Words unsaid, tears we must not shed, For I miss you and you miss me, But you know you must go And I know, I must Let you go. Tofu and our finest bowls of rice A last meal before your departure A goodbye meal we’ll make To accompany you When you go. And always at three...
For blue, blue skies.
I forgive you.
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Reminiscing.
It breaks my heart sometimes.
I’ve learned to move on, yes. I’ve learned to let go. But how do you truly rid yourself of something that’s very much ingrained in you.
Every single cell in our body is replaced every seven years. But that doesn’t mean that in 7 years I will be an entirely different person. I will still have my black hair and my brown chinky eyes. ...
September 2010
2 posts
November 20th, 2007
Two years later, I try to reflect on myself, analyze the symbols, and think about how this experience has changed me. I am no longer the sad, hopeless girl I saw in the mirror three years ago. I see that girl as an archetypal child – not one of romantic innocence, but one of egocentrism, one that has finally grown up. And I know that on that day, I learned to live. So now here I am, sipping some...
Writers block sends even the most brilliant...
I, however, never considered myself brilliant, or a writer, for that matter. What I am is a reflector, an analyzer, a thinker.
As I sit here with a cup of tea and bruised fingers from an overly tight grip on my pen, I desperately search through 17 years of my life, brainstorming ideas for my college essay. I have been taught to analyze the works of Shakespeare and Dickinson, but never myself–the...
August 2010
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To my first love,
Remember when we were young and naive? Sandcastle wars were always a favorite of ours. We met when you broke mine so I broke yours, but it was all in good fun. Eventually, we joined forces and built our own. Together. And we owned everyone on the beach that day.
But we were young and naive. We thought it’d last forever. But the tide came and things changed and it’s been years now. The castle...
Introduction.
I am 18, but I am a child.
This summer will be the last summer I am treated as a child. This fall will be the start of my transition into adulthood. At least I hope so.
Tomorrow, I say. Tomorrow I will finish my summer work. Tomorrow I will start running. Next quarter I will take more units. Next year I will get a job. Tomorrows turn into somedays but most somedays turn into nevers.
I...
A new beginning.