It's easy to lose myself in my camera roll.

Looking back at all of the things that I have accomplished.

Growing into a stronger person,

making moves to better myself.

Seeing the screen shots of people I looked up to,

like something I post.

When my future was bright and unwritten

and an editor of an online magazine liked one something on my blog.

I thought that was the peak of my writing career.

Man, was I wrong.


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Leap of Faith

open your mind to something great, that is standing right in front of you, let you legs lead you through the threshold, and take another step, close your eyes and jump.

Homemade chicken soup

my body is warming from the inside out forming to hot homemade chicken soup my parents always make this time of year. The leaves change the nights become longer— and my mind becomes darker, pining for


evolving and changing, like a human growing from its ancestors. picking away at the parts of me— I never really liked. shaping myself into someone I don't recognize, learning— it's okay to be me.

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