The head and heart are two peas in a pod. They are what dictate the way one lives their life, the choices a person makes, and the risks a person takes. Via the carotid artery, the myocardium sends blood to the brain at a rapid rate of three feet per second. When danger is sensed, … Continue reading It’s a start with the Head and the Heart
Time, Mistakes, & Skipping Rocks
Time is one of the only phenomena that there is no control over. It moves on with or without us. It doesn’t observe boundaries. It keeps going and going and going and nothing can stop it. Until, that is, it runs out. I never truly realized the way things can change in an instant. One … Continue reading Time, Mistakes, & Skipping Rocks
Drip.
Drip. Plop. Sunlight crawls its way through the cracks in the rocks of the ceiling of the dim alcove. The scent of mud and moss wafts through the air and nips her face when a gust of wind latches on and crawls in with the sunlight. The wet walls are claustrophobic, and the … Continue reading Drip.
A Lyric in a Song
In high school, I was an athlete. I chose to be a three-sport varsity athlete since freshman year, resulting in my sacrifice of other things. Tennis, Fencing, Badminton. Nevertheless, I pursued science research, the literary magazine, the school newspaper and photography. I worked with autistic kids. What didn’t I do? Senior year, I joined a … Continue reading A Lyric in a Song
Circumlocution
I’m talking to a beta fish. It’s the wee hours of the morning, and here I am, talking to a scarlet scaled beta fish. His name is Greg. He swims in circles around his highlighter yellow submarine and through his mini forest of navy and carnation colored artificial plants. He seems content in his home. … Continue reading Circumlocution
Do you know?
Hello again. I apologize for my distance, a lot has happened. Sorry to disappoint but, for this, we’re going to take a break from talking about E (spoiler alert: it’s an ending turned sorta-kinda tragic but for the best and most likely, for you, will be left a mystery like my identity) Anyhow, so, let’s … Continue reading Do you know?
Salmon, cucumber, avocado.
The sushi stares back at me eagerly awaiting to be chosen out of the plastic takeout container. Approximately five minutes ago, I slid on my ankle-high, knit snow boots, trudged outside in the frigid air without a coat, and went on a treasure hunt to find the delivery man. Five minutes before I ended up … Continue reading Salmon, cucumber, avocado.
