thoughts inside my head
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My life has taken a strange turn over the past five years. I began university at a school that I believed would be the only place for me. I was SO wrong. That university ended up being the worst place for me despite the fact that I met some great people. I ended up transferring…
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There is a part of me that longs for Siena, Italy especially since I am in another foreign country just weeks after leaving. I left Italy on December 28th and arrived in New York during the early hours of December 29th. I had six days at home before I hopped on a plane to South…
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Imperfect (written October 20th, 2015) For as long as I can remember, I have chased the idea of perfection. I don’t know from where this idea came. It’s been a part of me for so long that I no longer know what I am chasing. It’s become a phantom that I cannot see. I know…
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I would wait for you Except you will always be Unattainable
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Someone said to me Paper is your violin A pen is your bow
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I was named after the strongest women that my father knew. Two forces worked their way through my veins. Two storms that could never be quieted. The ghost of one began to slowly break through my skin. I had been marked. There is no way to shake the weight of the dead from my skin.…
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Today is my one year anniversary of starting this new wordpress blog. I deleted my previous account because there were people following it that I wanted to avoid. I didn’t really dedicate myself to this account until February when I wrote my first post titled “Welcome to Adulthood.” I want to welcome all of my…
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Dancing to the beat of my own drum. Singing the words to songs never written down. I long for the day that the world stops spinning out of control. There is no end to this madness. Only a girl and the songs inside her bones. Hoping one day that they’d break so that those songs…
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I have spent almost two months in Siena, Italy. Siena is located in the Tuscany region of Italy. It’s a UNESCO World Heritage site due to the ancient wall that surrounds the city. I happen to live in an apartment that has a beautiful view of the city. My life in Siena is beautiful, tiring,…
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I am not as strong. I have to be sure. To describe my feelings Toward you. Dear future me, you’ve got a storm coming.
Trapped In The Margins 
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