A secret is sometimes a prima-donna. It revels in its understated performance: it doesn’t find power in volume. Rather, it finds its power in the silence. ex.) In middle school, where you would lean into your friend’s ear and tell them who you had a crush on with a quietness that was almost sacred. It…
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“Don’t let boys ruin your life. School should come first. Girls who play with boys are shameful,” my mom said to me when I was in middle school. I would hear these words frequently years later, especially when she was mad at my dad, and each time, the harsh connotations of the statement would be…
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“More, more, MORE!” whines the voice inside your head Your id’s become your identity, instant gratification thy middle name. Every vein pulsating with greed Lusting evermore for the latest, the coolest, the best For thy passion of the day, the hour, the minute, the second. Satiation is the scapegoat; Disguise consumerism as self-care As you…
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As children, we experienced tremendous joy and an intrinsic desire to acquire something as we stood in front of a shelf full of toys. It is a human instinct to satiate ourselves using any means, whether it be through receiving basic life necessities such as food and shelter, or any products that bring us happiness.…
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In my senior year of high school, our summer assignment for AP English was to read How to Read Literature Like a Professor by Thomas Foster. The only thing I remember from that book was: Food=Communion. Doesn’t matter if there’s no Jesus in it. Food=Communion. The idea of people coming together to share their thoughts…
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Hot cup of cocoa caressed by clammy palms You lie warm and content in the embrace of your old blanket Cocooned by alternating layers of fur and nostalgia Soaking in the crimson sunrise A gentle rain trickles down from the sky Flirting with your flimsy window-panes Tapping in tune to the sashay of the palm…
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