~personal blog~

you surround yourself with people they know you for the things you do your masks look like polyhedrals and everyone only knows a version...

Big Ben looks over me on the right everyday the strings take flight there are lines that are dead there are pens that are blue, green,...

traitor. that is what they call me I'm no longer a scholar athlete I'm not what coach hoped me to be now I'll never know if I'll win in a...

I sit for hours at school, and the same at home. I'm always busy in my room studying things like Rome. They raise me like their own since...

Lay on your stomach, and play away. Go out and ride your bike, Learn how to pray. Have you forgotten what this feels like? Work for hours...

I have a strange relationship with track and field. Back in middle school my best friend Pam convinced me to join the track team with...

When I was young I would stay with you sometimes. I have faint memories of the movies you’d leave on while you’d go to work. You’d give...