And It’s All Steffany Ritchie's Fault — I’m going to die. Probably. I can feel it. They’ll ask and they will laugh. Not out loud. Of course not. “What became of Assumpta?” They’ll murmur. “Haven’t you heard?” Shamim, my best friend will whisper; her voice husky with suppressed tears, mascara running down her chocolate cheeks, staining her…

No one tells you that to be in love is to burn yourself over and over again — This morning, he feels more like a friend. I went to bed last night dreaming of sleeping in his arms, of belonging to him, of being with him till death did us part and yet this morning, he feels more like a friend. There’s a lump inside my neck. The…

Inside Yourself, That’s Where — I think we all long to be stripped. We long to be naked. To flow into another person’s soul without resistance. That’s why that stuff is addictive. That’s why we are fighting to find our people. …

Here Is What I Know — Creativity is a place you go to It’s within you But also, out there It’s around us In space In his smile In her agony Under your skin on a windy afternoon It’s your niece’s shenanigans. It’s a dissolution When you merge with your environment With whatever you’re doing: Cooking, Cleaning…

I Hope I Never Forget How You Make Me Feel — I hope I never lose the twinkle in my eyes I hope these knots will forever stay in my stomach I hope I never forget how you make me feel. I once fell in love with a boy’s voice Every time he spoke, I came alive — No, I went silent I…

Whatever You’re Going Through, It, Too, Shall Pass — I’ve given you a thousand windows into my soul, but you refuse to enter every single time I’m a ray of light fighting into your house suffocating thwarted by your curtains those curtains I hate so much I’m always burning mutilating myself parts of me are always fighting, trying to find their…

At What Point Should I Run Away From This Pain? — I’ve stayed here for too long. There’s nothing wrong with seasons, nothing wrong with jumping and hopping from winter to autumn to summer to spring and to winter again. But I’ve wintered for too long. What if I forget? What if my mind, my body, and my soul forget how…

The Things I Say To Myself To Keep Pushing On — “Nothing in the Universe,” he says Nothing in this Universe will yield to you unless you give yourself to it completely It’s a beautiful love affair if you asked me Except, I’m not enough Everything I do is less-than But that’s a good thing Let me explain. Sadhanapada In the journal…

I have a Theory: We die — Where do we go when we create? when we put pen to paper when we pull musical symphonies out of the ether, where do we go? Space must be created only universes so infinitely empty can contain such power such intensity such unbridled beauty, So answer me again, where do…