Existence and progression is cyclical (or so theorists and philosophers have proclaimed within the past century or so). If life itself should be depicted as something tangible and two-dimensional for our brains to process, it would resemble a circle. Perfectly round, perfectly shaped, perfectly ... Read More
It All Begins With a Particle of Dust
I do hate to admit that a majority of my summer - besides working, dance team practices and the occasional outing - was spent lounging about in my basement (simply because it is cooler, temperature-wise). Reading, collaging (for my inspiration journal), writing, putting off summer homework, watching ... Read More
The Inner Five-Year-Old
I like to think that I act maturely for my age. Pretentious of me, perhaps, but if nearly every person I've encountered in my mere seventeen years of existence has had preconceptions that I was at least two years senior my actual age (since I was little, for better or for worse), I do think I am ... Read More