"A writer is a world trapped in a person." Victor Hugo
Yesterday was a chill spring day. The weather was beautiful, and all of my teachers decided to give us a break from the stressful weeks that they have exposed us to. Kayla came over and we ended up working out by creating our own dances.
Here I am, currently plopped on my bed, surrounded by a heavy blanket and massive feather pillows. I can’t help but think of how much of an emotional wreck I’ve been this week. My mood has been both a skyscraper and a deep abyss. I’m still searching for a middle ground, where I can experience my emotions like a normal, living, breathing human being.
I feel helpless. Like I’m running through a forest of mist and darkness without light, and I keep looking up to the north star but all I see are obstacles in the form of dark branches and leaves.
I need to find the light before the darkness swallows me.
throwback to the summer heat
// julia, alyssa, yessi, davi, lizzy
Cameron Hurley of We Are the In Crowd
Universal CityWalk // 11.29.13