When I turned 18, my dad gave me a pack of matches for my birthday as well as metal poles for holding marshmallows this was during my “bonfire, cooking
permanent identity crisis choose your own adventure book but i can’t pass for white but i can’t pass for black sophie’s choice i’ve never seen sophie’s choice but i
a bubble of silence sometimes being alone makes sense, i’m alone with my thoughts and my feelings and my discomfort. nothing really make sense these days, the world is
My sun sets inside, tangerine clouds smile with white teeth. The sun, pink tongue at its peak. Orange galaxy reflected on the creek. Don’t ask me to take down
