— A Destination Left Behind — “The nature of human longing and how an individual’s life is shaped by such dreams…” (Texts: “The Nightingale” by Kristen Hannah & “Be Still” by Elizabeth Gadd) The day[…]
Tag: memories
One Final Word
To my dear friends, Be Brave. Take Risks. Nothing can substitute experience. Paulo Coelho I don’t know how to articulate this or properly express how grateful I am for being able to work with[…]
The Revival of Happiness Through Nostalgia (Polished Personal)
The Revival of Happiness Through Nostalgia “… ways in which individuals pursue or compromise their happiness” Poem: “Swing Valley” Oftentimes, individuals will reminisce about their childhood and days of youth to revive the memories of[…]
When Fame Falters
The following text is Ísland, an 1835 poem written by the Icelandic poet Jónas Hallgrímsson in an effort to rouse the hearts of his compatriots in the centuries-long struggle preceding Icelandic independence. Just beneath the[…]
Poetry Seminar: Personal Response to “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”
Personal Response to Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village[…]
Memoirs of My Music
This is the story of my experiences in music through my piano classes: When me and my sister were six years old, my dad bought a digital piano and placed it into the empty corner[…]
Observations on Seperation
*DISCLAIMER: I am writing strictly from the perspective of someone who has never been in a romantic relationship, but have a crazy obsession with human nature. These are simply my observations.* Time and time again[…]
The Crease
A baby. She was small enough to fit in one of my hands, completely bald but still the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. At night, her wails were like torture to me. Siena[…]
Death In Society
It was raining that day. In the rain, stood a girl, standing in front of a graveyard. Her eyes were red after having what could have been thousands of tears flow through them; her face[…]