What once was pure.

Seated within the University cafeteria I attempt to study for my midterm tomorrow. With my earbuds in and my textbook open, I attempt to centre my thoughts onto audio and video technical theory. “A frame rate moves from 30 frames per second to 29.97 fps. I have had a wonderful day, so why am I…

Listen with your eyes.

Listen with your eyes and you will hear all. Within our young lives we are given plenty of opportunities to listen; but it is not until we learn to see with our eyes that we are opened to the truth. A train in which we are all capable of, yet very few have is the…

Deep within a lie.

A recurring theme within my writing is the concept of truth. Truth is a concept in which is expected; yet rarely received. We are taught as children to always be truthful and to not tell a fib, but as we grow older our perception on truth is slowly corrupted. What I have noticed is that…

Rekindling the pieces.

There is the assumption that distance makes two people closer, and I am starting to see the truth of this saying. When there is distance between two individuals the relationship tends to grow stronger for more effort is put out.  A relationship is like a flower, it can grow quickly exposed to the sun and water…

Live like a Cockroach.

The cockroach is one of the oldest living species on the planet. With it’s hard shell and rather disgusting outward appearance, the bug is dated back to the prehistoric ages. One may wonder how these bottom dweller creatures have lasted all these years, but the answer is rather simple…change and adaptation. Within our lives, change is something…

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…

Morning sun and heavy inhalation.

As the morning sun begins to rise over the city, I wake up within the early morning hours to get ready for school. I brush my teeth and attempt to look remotely presentable for the day a head of me, yet I cannot shake this gut wrenching feeling out of my stomach. It is quite…

Temporal flux and the hands of a clock.

As young people in a modern world, we witness our lives undergo a constant flux of changes. What you must remember is that the life you may have grown accustomed to today may not be the reality of your tomorrow. With all these constant changes in ones own life, how is it possible to carry…

Insanity and a drunken stupor.

Drunk and light headed, I sit down at Witt’s desk and begin to write. The demons in which I have been desperately trying to hide have quickly unearthed and have risen to the surface. Within life, we can only try to contain our own minds for so long…but there comes a time when we must…