Melancholy. Empathy. Joy. Gratitude. Excitement. These are the emotions that run through my heart during the last day of classes of my sophomore year at the little liberal arts college I attend. “Lift your head up. Leave your phone in your pocket. Look around you. What do you see? Who are you? Why are you …
A Poem
She walks with her face pointed towards the sky, In the light of the moon - her features parallel with the night. The twinkling stars mimic the freckles on her face. Planets and constellations hanging above, So indefinable from the dewy grass. Why are they so relatable, yet so far away? Suddenly the …
such sweet things 