• Creative nonfiction

    When we all fall asleep, where do we go?

    I lied. I lied when I said the darkness was comforting. It is not. If anything, it frightens me. But it is an escape. And I am looking to escape, thus, anywhere but here will suffice. What happens to the wanderer who has forgotten home? Doomed to search in all the wrong places, for a haven she is not sure truly exists. It is madness, when the light comes she has to walk, and run, and search, and fight. But these do not come with the darkness, with night; at night we rest. There is pain, and there is pain. There is also the crushing weight of confusion, not knowing…

  • Creative nonfiction

    To the girl I love

    She has the most intoxicating laugh I’ve ever heard. The first time I heard it, I was at a loss for words, my thoughts were a mess, and all I could think of was that I wanted to keep giving her reasons to laugh, for as long as we both lived. She is like the sun, and I’m not just talking about the way she looks, even though her beauty is certainly radiant. She is like the sun, in that she’s the life of the party. She knows how to get along with just about anybody, she knows how to make people feel at ease in her company. She gives…