New York State of Mind

I wondered why we could not separate, and I wondered why we could not break apart. It could be our disposition, or it could be our inability to purge one another, but It was as if we had dug our own graves yet we were too afraid to be buried alone.

Tabula Rasa & Rambling.

Throughout our lives, it always seems like we are being continuously watched. We are watched by parents when we are children, we Re watched over by superiors at work, and we are continuously surveillanced as customers in a store. There is never really a time where we are fully independent. I understand the sense of…

3 words, 6 letters.

Sitting in a packed cafeteria, I sip my Venti Americano and begin working diligently on the stacks of work in front of me. Lately there has been something that has been sticking with me and really bothering the hell out of my mind. Looking around, I see dozens of couples holding hands, or looking lovingly…

Blonde roots and Rebellion.

After taking a leisurely bike ride to the lake, I parked my bike and sat down on a stone facing the water. With Passion Pitt playing through my ear buds, I watch the sun fade on the horizon. The great thing about the lake is how calm and serene the atmosphere is. With seven ducks…

End of an era.

It is coming down to be my last week in the apartment. Realizing that this will probably be one of the last times that I sit at my dinner table and look out onto the city, I begin to feel quite sad. This coming week I will be moving out of the big city, and…

Borken/cinnamon hearts and red onesies.

With a bag of cinnamon hearts by my side and my new onesie being worn, I sit down at my kitchen table and begin to write. I have been wracking my brain for inspiration within the last few days, but I feel as if I have lost my muse. Shoving a pound of cinnamon hearts…