I Swim With All My Strength. No

I Hope That In My Thirties I Grow As A Writer, Push Into New Territory.

I Swim With All My Strength. No Superhuman Surge, Or Pony Heroics; It's Just Me At My Most Desperate.

I Would Love To Travel Around The World Working For A Travel Company Taking Students Abroad On Cultural Immersion Trips.

A Single Note, Held In An Amber Suspension Of Time, Like A Charcoal Drawing Of Icarus Falling. It Was Sad And Fierce All At Once, Alive With A Lonely Purity. It Went On And On, Until My Own Lungs Were Burning. “what Bird Are You Calling?” I Asked Finally, When I Couldn’t Stand It Any Longer. The Bird Man Stopped Whistling. He Grinned, So That I Could See All His Pebbly Teeth. “you.

I Really Try To Write Every Day. It's Hard, But It's My Favorite Thing To Do. So, It's Usually Not Too, Too Hard.