• Writing

    Friendship And The Life I Left Behind

    When I was younger, like so many others, I thought that best friends were people who knew me better than anyone else in the world and with whom I shared everything. That was certainly true of me, my best friend and I were like siblings! As we grew up, things started to change. We both had jobs and responsibilities now. There were no longer any more sleepovers or wild adventures to be had; it seemed that our friendship wasn’t meant to last forever after all! The memories of the life I left behind come to me in waves, like whispers in the night. Although the time has passed and the…

  • Micro Blogs

    Send Me An Angel To Love

    I’ve always been a mysterious person, always full of secrets, dark, painfully introspective and overwhelmingly observant. I’m the kind of person who will tell you the truth, but only if you ask me point-blank what’s bothering me or what I’m thinking about; otherwise, I’ll just keep it to myself and let you continue your assumptions about me. I’m the type of person who refuses to talk about myself in social situations, who never really lets anyone in to see what’s beneath the surface and who keeps it all hidden away. When I was younger, I would often look to the sky, wishing for the universe to send me an angel…

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    My Unbridled Thoughts

    As I look into the mirror and take in my reflection, I’m struck by the complexity of my own being. I’m overwhelmed by the depths of my unbridled thoughts. The relentless and often overwhelming curiosity that burns within the essence of my being. My love for mystery is something that I’ve come to embrace, allowing it to guide me on my journey of self-discovery. Mysteries are like an invitation, beckoning me to explore inner realms of curiosity and find out what lies within. It allows me to ponder life’s biggest questions and unravel the complexities of existence. By embracing the unknown, I am able to discover parts of myself that…

  • Writing

    Dark Horse: How I Learned To Embrace My Unconventional Nickname

    When I was younger, my nickname was Dark Horse. For most of my life, I hated it. It didn’t reflect the person I wanted to be seen as, and it wasn’t even accurate—while we were growing up, I was anything but the dark horse. I recently had an epiphany about why my friends gave me that nickname in the first place: they saw things in me that others refused to acknowledge—my will, my inner strength, and my potential. A dark horse is someone who excels in an unexpected field. In the world of horse racing, a dark horse is any horse that’s not being considered a favorite to win the…