Close the book—a superficial gesture of being done with it. Shut the door - with a cursive notion, never forgetting to lock that. Draw the shades - the semblance of control for what might drown in. They're just rhythmic motions that flow to mean something. Like words from a kid who said, "all I want [...]
My mind was either a beautiful tool of creativity or my heart's truest enemy of deception. I've said that before so why did I need someone to remind me? Perhaps it was to feel how sweetly the snow fell that morning, like faint kisses on top of this drowsy end. Or a moment to escape [...]
I had a friend once who toasted me over a glass of wine the night I moved out on my own for the first time by saying, "here's to the beginning of the rest of your life." I never told her how petrified I was to make that move or how I thought for sure [...]
I'm 16 all over again as I scan the overcrowded yet disorderly organized walls of my dad's workshop, wondering if there's anything I could give him that he hasn't already gotten for himself. He told me he didn't want anything, but ever since I can remember, he's instilled in me the importance of gratitude. So [...]
For the majority of us, we spend our college years leaving home and living with friends. We are groomed into little pieces of ourselves, friends, and experiences we face. Truly alone on my own for the first time in my life I realized the inspiration that can come from the depths of isolation.
A Lipp to Lend 
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