Stream of Consciousness

*I miss the days when I didn't have anything to do so I became a beach hippie who listened to music all day and made friends with tall skinny dudes who were naturally hippier than I could ever be trying, who would then fall in love with me but I couldn't reciprocate, but that was …

The Long Awaited Love Story About Coffee: Coffee II

Today I'm writing about iced coffee. My friend Mirelle introduced me to a certain type of beverage called the "soy vanilla latte," a drink that I find to be extremely entertaining to think and write about. Think about it- you have this massive cup on the table, a warm breeze, a notebook. What else to …

Experiences on the Train

This was written while on was on the CTA, on my way back from school one day. Being that I was alone and had no homework handy, what better thing to do than to pull out my notebook and write? Old man reading a novel Large man and small man competing for space next to …

Leaves, Plants, Awareness.

Turned up towards the sun pushed to the side by the wind in competition with everything in their vicinity forever reaching upward and outward. Break off the stem, and you've got some invisible green blood pouring where gravity pulls it. Tear it from it's lifesource and hear microscopic despair emanating from the scalloped edges. Interlacing …

A Start? A Beginning, At the Least.

I decided to start a blog, like the countless thousands out there that believe that somehow their words are going to be heard, or at least deserve to be heard. They are quite validated - the emotions and opinions that are contained within just ONE individual are boundless. Where else to put them, but a …