the act of putting all of my deepest thoughts, emotions, and wounds onto paper has forever been my chosen form of communication. even as a child, i would craft letters instead of speaking how i felt out loud. writing has allowed me to come to terms with all that goes on within me; it helps me make sense of what is often endless and overwhelming chatter in my brain. whether it was in the form of school papers, poetry, or sharing the tales of my life, writing has been my therapy. this blog is the home to the innermost caverns of my soul. welcome.
The looming era of COVID-19 has shut universities and colleges around the nation down for about three weeks now, and the anxieties of what life will be looking like once I receive that golden diploma are starting to kick in.
foggy mornings that take my mind back to the first inhale of crisp beach air //
when all I could hear was the sound of your breath like the salty wind in my hair //
and the taste of you turned my skin into goosebumps like the first dip into something
beautiful and unknown //
like the way the wet sand imprints itself onto my pores //
the same way the tide blankets its mother with the coming of every moon //
you have devoured every inch of who I am