being - girlwithoneearring

You’re on a plane moving to a new country. The plane lands and you exit into the cool fresh air. You take a deep

Mismatched clothes on end of bed arrayed like a waiting lady’s maid both hands first. Sequestered in air conditioned time I lie building piles

It was eerie how things had changed. I looked around for the red and green velvet couches only to be met with sleek modern

There is a moment for every writer that traverses all there was before. When all of our efforts and crafted sentences finally pay off

When a wave comes we’re taught to either go under it or over it: dive headfirst or wait until the perfect moment to jump.

It’s hard to pinpoint where in the body you get lost If at this very moment you are renewing or recycling You feel little

Starting