how to grow up

I don’t have a saying or a wise introduction. Nothing dramatic. Just, here’s how to grow up. In my family, growing up was always different from maturing. Maturing was becoming an adult at an age of a teen (my sisters). It was about not pointing at what we want at the age of eight (my

being a bad friend

  After watching the above video, I got to thinking about how I was like growing up. What type of person and artist was I? I was probably the friend who bullied a Suzy. I grew up thinking that I was great at art and I was especially exceptional in comparison to others. I’ve obviously

wars

 Here’s the 411 on my recent job adventure. I technically don’t start until December and here’s why. I had plans to go to the Philippines to get all of my four wisdom teeth taken out. Due to the small arch of my jaw, I’m not able to keep them without completely ruining my jaw. It’s

what i don’t understand about L.O.V.E.

My whole life, I’ve wondered about the four letter word, love. It’s such a big word. The dictionary glosses over the fact that love is an allusive thing. (Even my grammar checker thinks I’ve used the wrong word.) I am aware of what allusive means and I do believe that’s the word I mean to say.

my heavy heart

I live in a white room these days. It is where I store my peace and keep it there. It has four walls and no ceiling so that I can look into it whenever I want. Outside these four walls stand guard my flock of antelopes. They guard me from things I cannot handle. What