School Observations

As many Bay-Area-Californians out there know, it has rained this afternoon, which is a welcome relief from the past few days of parched lips and numbly frozen fingers.

We have been working on an essay in English today analyzing a poem this week, so our teacher kindly allotted us time in class to work on them.

So, put yourself in mind of these two factors and read on, dear reader:

raindrops patter tinnily on the parched roof

inside, inspired fingers scatter spindly words across illuminated monitors

oops ._.

It has recently come to my attention that the majority of my writing is highly angsty and depressing; however, I feel obligated to assure you all that I am not generally this "emo" in real life. This blog is mostly just an outlet for my creative (and yes, dark) energy to illuminate (or darken) your screen. Also, most of my writing just pops up in my head, and is not really in any way related to myself. To be honest, my poems scare even myself sometimes. Because I pour all my negativity and scary thoughts here, I have more time to be the bright ball of energy I usually am. :D

Just think of this blog as a small window into the infinite realms of my mind. :)

dolor, doloris m.

It hurt so much she could not see through the shimmering veil of tears.

It hurt so much she could not move with her frozen yet trembling body.

It hurt so much she could not breathe with her shrunken lungs.

It hurt so much she could not live with her perpetually broken soul.