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…
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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…
Snoring, Sharkeisha and Rock bottom.
Wearing a buttoned up flannel and an oversized hoodie, I sit in my English lecture completely dead. With the snow falling heavily outside the window, I wish to just stay inside and veg out for the next couple of hours. As I have said before, I love nothing more than being alone within my condo…
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…
Fantasy trumps reality.
Within our lives we can decide to live in two worlds: Fantasy or Reality. I cannot count the amount of times in which I have fallen deeply in love with a fictional character or dreamt of transporting to magical worlds. It may seem crazy, but we all have these dreams and fantasies in which we…
I wrote this while I was drunk.
11:48 at night, and I am 100% drunk. The creativity flows through my brain as I attempt to sit down and gather my thoughts. Striking up enough courage to attend his housewarming party, I walked in and ended up having a good time. With over 10 shots of Jager in my body, I board the…
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…
The selfie generation.
Tired and restless from my night of being woken up by Pinky’s snoring, I sit and stare blankly at the black board within my Media Writing lecture. Pulling out my phone, I begin to seek entertainment through my Instagram feed. As the app begins to load, I am overwhelmed with the amount of selfies that…
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…
Formal invite to my coffin.
A Sanctuary. Sanctuaries are place in which you feel perfectly at ease and you can find your centre. I no longer have a sanctuary for all that I was hiding from has finally caught up with me. I ran away to Toronto to escape my past, and now I ran back to Mississauga to escape…
A smoothie and a bullet.
There is nothing I love more in this world than food. I put on my warmest parka and made the trek from my condo to this mysterious Loblaws on Queen Street West. Walking into the building I immediately was blown away by just how large it is! not only is it a grocery store but…
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