look at you, your bones are hollowing out skin crumpling like wet cardboard sallow yellow veins stale running on evaporated waste where is the zest … Continue reading lemonade stand (a poem)
Every teenager’s favourite question is “What do you want to be when you grow up?” And by favourite, I mean absolute least favourite. For many adolescents- including me, groan- this headache-inducing questions remains unanswered. In a world where there are countless of different paths to take, it is virtually impossible to decide which ones to… Continue reading What Do You Want to Be When You Grow Up?
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever came to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on their way. -Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890)
Last fall, I quit drawing lessons after seven long years of taking them. I had first started to love drawing and art when I was very young, and though the scribbles done by my six-year-old self certainly were no Van Goghs or Picassos, I loved creating them so much that I asked to be put… Continue reading The Art of Regret