mediocre

the forbidden "m" word. seems as though i have always struggled with it. almost as if it's my enemy. my nemesis. all my life, i tried being anything but mediocre. in doing so, i attempted to find comfort in the unusual; in things that would make me stand out rather than blend in. when i…

winter air and empty streets

You hold my hands and I count till three before we cross the street. The winter air stings every hair on my skin but it’s the kind of pain that grows on you. I carefully watch you as you walk next to me, almost as if you’ll disappear the second I look away. And you…

re-do

I can’t begin to explain how sick I am of every day. Every day that looks the same feels the same and even smells the same. I’m living in an endless loop. Everything around me is the same color. A color that is, somehow, colorless. I’m stuck. I try to numb myself from these realizations…