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the world.

trader joe’s tulips and goodwill vases are the only excuses I have to get out of the house anymore.

trips to target for aquaphor and rides to work that have been slowly adding up, mile by mile, minute by minute.

I don’t think I believe in a singular higher power, but I wish I did. I wish I could believe that someone had a plan for me. That I didn’t have to worry so much about making one for my own life, because someone else had my back, knew me enough, and wanted the best for me, to do so. Continue reading the world.

escaping “art”

In high school, I poured everything I had and hoped for into art.

Every panic attack, every failed class, it was all kept within those precious seconds on stage, in front of the blinding lights of the house seats.

It was the only time I ever felt free. The only time I could be who I truly was, because as far as I could tell, no one else was really watching.

There are many things I miss about those moments.

But there is so much more that I don’t. Continue reading escaping “art”

September

Time will go as fast as it fancies to. That is what September has taught me. In August, time almost dragged until the very end. Every day barely passed, every day lasted years. Until it was September. The first few days of it passed the same, two weeks of book research and Driver’s Test handbooks, until I got an email. It was from the Choreographer … Continue reading September