Yearning

I hold myself tightly… but I also wish for someone to break down these walls.

anxiety

it buzzes under my skin. the urge to move around. the urge to write. the urge to just do something. the detachment from reality – dawning a facade of “i don’t care” and “i am putting everything behind me” – was easy during the day. during the night, everything comes rushing back to me at

i am love (爱)

it’s the same old thing, day after day,sun rises, moon wanes, ash floats in the gray,life – what is it truly – continues to crawl onin the shape of the cars skidding on the highways – gonewithin a flash, people too busy to look up and see,i feel alone – my heart is silent, there

The Question of Uniqueness: Pondering the Asinine

I have since I entered middle school searched long and far to the answer of uniqueness. Perhaps I should start off with a question. After all, you cannot have an answer, but not a question. The question of uniqueness is a simple one. It is one of the ages. It is one that constantly plagues