Indigo glossed streams cascade down a mountainside
Category Archive: Berkeley
oh how i used to sing my praises to those mornings. to lie and say i still do would be committing a sin.
My mouth is salivating, and my head is pounding. I should probably get a trash can. Fuck.
No matter where I am or who I’m surrounded by, I can always find solace in myself, as I embrace myself dearly.
And after everything, my past will never change. And I will continue to be the person I am.
And this string hugs me. And this eruv holds my hand.
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June drew by, warm days I ran through like the backfields. When the cicadas started to sing, school […]
I have a choice: I can let it rot, or I can face it.
This is me facing it.
Careful, don’t slip on it.
Don’t look too close.
Don’t fall in.
it always happens this way. i focus on the darkness behind my closed eyes and will them to […]
It will be four years later. You will be walking down a tree-lined street after a day of classes, dappled sunlight shining softly through a layer of swaying branches, all lilting and turning and twisting in the breeze. There’s a good chance you will be deeply content, breathing in a lungful of fall air that has just begun to turn. You may cross paths with a smiling stranger on the sidewalk, nod at her, and as she passes, catch the end trail of her perfume. The same warm perfume that the really cute girl in your sophomore-year science class always wore.
I’m a computer, comprised of a series of zeroes and ones that code for the woman I am. […]
peel myself off pale, clinging sheets,
lethargy pooling under my eyes,
dark side of the moon hugging waterline,
readying for frosted floorboard’s touch on mine.
Summer’s warm smile has faded under the clouds, and I’m watching the leaves glow as they float down […]
Beneath the angry, red lesions, beyond the reach of my fingertips, I believe there is skin as smooth as glass.
He posed the question innocently: “Isabella, what do you know about marijuana?”
C. Was it worth it?