I live in a fantasy, in a world where my writing means something. It’s depressing, how easily I can see it—how visible the line is between my ego and my worth. It’s a bitter spectrum I pray to turn over, I pray to be a matter of perspective rather than truth. Alas, I wake eachContinue reading “Convergence”
Her mind wouldn’t stop, and it was a beautifully awful thing. What led to her success, a pendulum of anxious paranoia to avoid the opposite—a type of irony lost on most of the weak-minded public; the folly of man, she called it. It was a cross to bear despite the privilege. Even in her bestContinue reading “She Knew”
A Poem for the Day Kelsey Quick Sixty degree morningsPatterned, cloudy windstreamsThe sip of saccharine coffee,And warm breakfast cookies.Pleasant, distant worldsPenned in ink and magic,In words I’ve yet to know.In worlds I long to go.But this one is good—for now.This one is good. It’s funny how days change like the seasons. Like contacts of perspectiveContinue reading “Sixty Degree Mornings”
This weekend was a crazy one. It was filled with memorable experiences and times with family and friends that I wouldn’t trade for the world—but I wouldn’t exactly call it relaxing or easy. I’m one of those introverts that complains about everything I have to do in the throes of society until I actually getContinue reading ““You’re so beautiful.””
Be yourself; Everyone else is already taken. — Oscar Wilde. This is the first post on my new blog. I’m just getting this new blog going, so stay tuned for more. Subscribe below to get notified when I post new updates.