We have waited for so long,
are still waiting
for life to feel "normal"
again. What I do not know,
what none of us know,
is what normal really was,
and what normal will be
going forward. We keep moving
forward, trudging on,
just like we would in any time,
any crisis. Back outside now,
more people in the streets,
masks peeled off
our sweaty faces in the summer
heat, it is time to smile, chat
with strangers again.
Not everyone is ready
& neither am I.
I am sitting here, the wheels
in my brain moving a mile a minute
thinking this does not feel
I hope you all enjoyed this piece! Now that restrictions have been lifted where I live (in California/in the US in general), life is returning to “normal”, but that doesn’t mean that everyone’s completely comfortable with that, or that this global health crisis is over. If you are in a country/area/state where COVID cases are still high, please stay safe and healthy– stay safe and healthy out there, no matter where you are. I hope you are all doing okay.
In quiet moments: casual dinners
at the table, drawn to our respective
phone screens on the couch, a short
car ride, we examine each other
carefully. I feel seen even when you
don't talk to me, and I am here to see
you, always. As the days pass,
I appreciate our comfortable silence
more and more. The curves of one's face,
slight turns of the head, the somehow
so perceptible tone of one's footsteps--
these are the things we notice
as the days stretch and bleed into
each other, and we are still together.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I honestly wasn’t completely sure where I was taking it, but I figured I’d still throw it out there since some of the imagery was interesting. Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
And I'm not just talking about sunsets--
although I do love a pink-orange sky cutting
through grey clouds settling in--
I love hugs and being surrounded by people
I love and certificates printed on thick
cardstock and "see you later"s because
we don't know where our paths will lead us
or if they will cross again but we know
change is coming, new chapters are starting,
new memories are ready to be filed away
in our brains. I love endings because
they are really the same thing as beginnings,
and the chaos of transitioning in between
is what we (perhaps unknowingly) anticipate
with every shift.
I hope you enjoyed this little piece, even if it’s cheesy! Don’t mind me getting a little emotional at the end of junior year 🙂 I hope you all are having an amazing summer and/or amazing end of your school year! Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
So much has changed in so little time
and yet we are still here; seems to invalidate
our progress, doesn't it? Hair longer,
the new plants in Mom's garden sprouted,
our favorite fruits back in season.
Contented sighs of more to-do lists
checked off, days crossed off on the calendar
and under our belts. And yet, that only
makes me feel more out of place. Ready
for the next thing, the next year, always moving--
where to next? I am tired of sprinting in place.
I hope you enjoy this short piece! It was inspired by the upcoming end of my junior year (absolutely insane), which despite being jam-packed full of hard work and occasional meltdowns, still felt uneventful because of all the time spent at home and/or alone. I hope you all are finishing/have finished your school years strong. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
I only dream of journeys,
various point As to their matching
point Bs. No longer a passenger,
both hands must stay on the wheel,
eyes on the road, foot jiggling
carefully as it hovers above
the accelerator. I see accidents again
and again-- I can't count the amount
of times per day on my fingers.
Is there not a better way, an emptier
road, to get us where we need to go?
Always asking the wrong questions--
I do not know, maybe have never known,
where I am headed. So I go on,
in control of the car I fear so much.
I hope you enjoyed this little piece! Half of the inspiration I get these days is from my daily drives to and from school… although I am no stranger to car rides, driving so much more often is a bit intimidating. There’s a ton of construction on the freeways and other roads where I live and it’s really brought out the craziness in people. Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
I long for a distant summer,
wandering around the arcade,
eating a bowl of shaved ice the size
of my head with no other responsibilities.
Empty streets in the dead heat
were miserable for too long,
yet now I miss the sun's attention,
so focused on the dirt roads
and me. Maybe it's too small
of a place, could drive you crazy
after a while, but right now,
it is quiet and green, all I am hoping
for. Ice cream is sweeter,
and every day seems to bring
a series of old-fashioned comfort
food served on wood picnic tables.
We can live in a photo of the old
American dream for a while, can't we?
Even if only for a day.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! I’ve been feeling pretty nostalgic lately for a variety of reasons– realizing I’m almost a senior in high school, realizing it’s finally summer, and realizing both how far I’ve come and how far I still have to go before becoming an adult. Feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
Eyes heavy, sky finally dark
It's time to end the day but
when I close my eyes, I am haunted.
Rapid eye movement underneath
closed lids, the room is spinning
and I can feel it twisting and turning
around me. It is too late for this,
body too droopy and brain much too
drowsy. We are almost always so ready
to head to bed. What about when
our bodies don't give in? I am being
kept awake, held prisoner in my bed,
forced to think about how odd it is
to sit here, lie here. There is so much
potential, even strength, in learning
how to let yourself go-- to have full control.
Isn't that all we hope for?
I hope you enjoyed this short little piece! It was inspired by a few nights ago when I was having trouble sleeping and became all too aware of just how my body felt while trying to force it to sleep. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
I hope to walk this path alone
just for a little while, to appreciate
the quiet, become the faint rustling
of the leaves as they brush back
against branches. It is tiring
to be among others for so long;
the wish for rest becomes necessity.
I have never been camping before,
but there are days when I understand
the appeal. I, too, would like to escape.
Green has become one of my favorite
colors-- wouldn't it be something special
to look up and see green in the sky?
Perhaps that evokes a sinister image
of chemicals and superhero movie villains,
but I see calm spreading like a blanket
over me, and me alone.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! Life is getting super chaotic since I have all of my AP tests coming up and the school year is almost over– it’s crazy to think about. This piece was inspired by my self-reflection regarding my introverted ways. I’m really craving some solid alone time and relaxation right now… good thing summer isn’t too far away. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
I see this road differently in the dark
The freshly painted white lines glowing
Each traffic light blurring as I zoom past
Does everything move faster at night?
Fifty-five feels like eighty-five now
and I, an avoider of adventure, could drive
on forever if each stretch was like this one.
No one is out-- or so it seems, until
the next light turns red and a sea of bright
headlights finally catches up. I wasn't flying;
I was out of my comfort zone,
out of the house, and on the road. If only
every road mimicked this one, at this time,
stayed dark forever, I might get out more.
I hope you enjoy this short little piece! I’m writing this as I got back from a friend’s house on a late (for my early bird self) night drive home– there’s something special about a quiet, late night drive. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there.
There's been a shift in the sky--
I know you saw it too. When the clouds
rolled away and the pavement seemed
lighter, all of a sudden, we did too.
I dream in color, of us faraway from here
but together. The life, any life
we would want, is just out of reach.
In one of my dreams, we drove up
to the mountains. A light layer of snow
stuck to the sides of my sneakers
and I didn't want to get back in the car.
I jumped off the peak, flying and falling--
ready to grasp at the air for what could've been.
I hope you enjoyed this piece! It’s a shorter one, clearly inspired by some of the quirky dreams I’ve been having lately. I wish I could remember all of them… especially considering the ones I do remember get fuzzy only a few minutes after waking up. Please feel free to leave feedback and writing challenges in the comments. Stay safe and healthy out there!