Formless and Fragmented- Journal Task #5

 ‘Do I contradict myself?’ Very well then, I contradict myself I am large, I contain multitudes. – Walt Whitman The shivering soul…the shivering soul…where do you reside? Do you lie on the base of a frozen over river with evergreen bowers pouring over your surface and wide-eyed owls swooping through the sky? Do you gaze…

Journal #4 – A Pondering of Sonder

Sonder. The sudden inexplicable realization that everyone’s lives are just as vivid and complex as your own life. This thought passed through his brain, the meaning of it completely and utterly incomprehensible, unattainable, while the next moment it was understood, an explicable part of him;changing who he is and what he is becoming. He looked…

Journal Task #5 – Sisters

As we lay side by side on the creaky double sized bed, she poured out a section of her heart she’d never shown to anyone before. She whispered quietly into my ear that she was scared, scared of death and all things to come. Her words forced tears from my eyes and anguish from my…

No More – Journal Task #5

JANUARY 16 – First day of middle school. First day. First day of many years to come. Through the blue gates. On the pathway made for two. Currently used by one. This is how it starts. First day. JANUARY 21- First week done. MARCH 23 – First term done. I’ve made some friends, I think. They pick on everyone, ”It’s…

Journal Task 5: Fragile Little Shield

Quiet, Shy, locked away in their own little world. Will only make contact with the outside world if they were forced. They get home from school, will throw their phone in the corner of their room, and will sulk in the other corner because they find the outside world as a battlefield, where every text…

Journal Task 4: Through the Coffee Shop Window

So many people with so many different lives. Not one is the alike (well maybe they are alike because they have the same interests and may have the same traits as the next person, and they might even look exactly the same like they were meant to be twins but there not because fate has…

Journal Task #4: Field of Flowers

The glowing green grass sways harmoniously to the rhythm of the relaxing wind, with a cool blue sky above our heads. It’s up! The suns strong rays piercing our green, thin, rubbery skin. Part by part the sun is slowly starting to make us glow and shine, releasing our inner happiness and strength after a…