Ally | 20 | Philly | Miami | UPenn
There is no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
Business major, Fine Arts minor, just a living sequence of oxymorons.
There is no art to find the mind's construction in the face.
Business major, Fine Arts minor, just a living sequence of oxymorons.
In solitude, you kicked tree roots waiting for your bus.
I watched from afar, awestruck.
I must have known then that
you’d be the reason why I am
knotting up now.
Like kindergarten shoelaces,
we became intertwined.
You left me with knots
that have yet to come undone.
Why be scared when everything is so temporary?
like evaporating raindrops
like eroding canyons
like dried out ponds
like a first kiss
everything is temporary.
Everything ends.
So why choose cowardliness over bravery?
