Tagged: growing up

September winds

I woke up to a chill that I’ve missed dearly, one that refreshes my eyes and makes me want to stay huddled in blankets while I’m wide awake at seven in the morning. The previous night, I had partially opened the windows in my bedroom to let in air to mix with the festering heat, and it let me experience the crisp gray skies firsthand after the night passed.  Continue reading

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New Voices: untitled

We grow up surrounded by genius

And this sometimes inspires us to emulate it

But more often drives us to envy it

As we wonder;

If we aren’t exceptional,

If we aren’t outstanding,

What are we worth?  Continue reading

It does not feel like Christmas.

As I type this, it does not feel like Christmas.

It may be fifty degrees outside, but the sun is glaring down onto the pavement.

The house may be smelling of pine trees and vanilla, but that’s only thanks to the candles that my sister has been obsessed with lighting lately- not the cookies we used to bake every year.

There may have been presents under the tree waiting to be unwrapped, but I don’t feel like I used to in elementary and middle school when it comes down to opening them. It used to be about getting to what was inside those folds of paper; now it’s more like I don’t want to see because seeing would mean that yet another Christmas has come and will pass.  Continue reading

This Nerdy Kid Who Had A Blog