Love I Wished it Was
A lifetime ago, I asked a dear friend what love was. She told me it was “eating a bowl of cereal while watching your favorite show,” and despite loving the line, I didn’t understand it at all. Years later, I’m ...
Why We Let Go
Why We Let Go If She asks if she’s your angel, Tell her no. Don’t think about it, Don’t hesitate, Just hold back your tears while you lie. And when she looks at you, When she stares into your eyes so you can see her pain, Smile, And then don’t look back. Shut the door, ...
Shining Angel
Happy moments come few and far between these days. My daily routine is seemingly consumed with hundreds of painful moments which I now associate with simply being the price of living. It has caused my vision of life to be tinted by a permanent darkness that often manifests itself as perpetual pessimism, and an unhealthy ...
Learning How to Live
I once asked a girl what kind of character I would be in a movie. I was hoping she would tell me that I was a picture perfect male lead, tall, confident, charismatic, the type of person everyone wants to be or know. Unsurprisingly, she told me I was a side character. To her, I ...
What it Felt Like
It’s short, it’s pointless, but “Spirited Away” has me thinking about death. Dying was a weird feeling. I was frozen in time, perfectly aware that I still existed, but unable to move any farther forward with my life. It was as if someone had taken a picture of me lying on my bedroom floor, and ...
I’m Black, and I think Richard Spencer Should Speak At The University of Michigan
I’m Black, and I think Richard Spencer Should Speak At The University of Michigan Before anyone gets too upset with me, let me make one thing clear. I find Richard Spencer to be a vile and disgusting human being, and wholeheartedly disagree with his ideology. However, with all that being said, I think it would ...
Dearly Dedicated
Ever looked at someone, and realized for the rest of your life you would be willing to give anything to keep them smiling? That if you could keep them happy for one moment longer you’ll have fulfilled part of life’s purpose? I did once. I decided that anything would be worth her smile, as I ...
Me, My Mask, and My Hole
You’ll have to excuse me for this post, as it’s written on two hours of sleep, and inspired by lonely 3 A.M. thoughts. I say that not to discredit what goes through my head, but rather to make it clear that this may seem far less refined, and far more redundant than the things I ...
Things I Whisper
A lifetime ago I closed my eyes and wrote, and out popped my beautiful depression. It was the first time I really started to notice that something was wrong, and I sent the poem out to try to get some answers. None came. Reading this poem now it is bizarre how many red flags I ...
Happiness Is A Bowl Of Cereal
One of my favorite movies is “Stuck in Love.” It’s an above average ROM-DRAM, with above average characters, that are primarily writers. I credit this film with shaping how I view relationships, and also with giving me the deluded notion that if you write about someone they end up falling in love with you. Years later ...
Dear Bailey
Dear Bailey, Your’s was one of the letters I was worried most about writing, simply because I wasn’t quite sure how you would respond to it. Part of me thinks you may resent me for leaving without saying a word, while another questions if it’s kinder not to write this at all. Oh well, I ...
Me & a mask 