On a hot summer day, they dance through the concrete jungle. They glide to and fro' power lines.
This is a collection of writings from the past month. Though I may not post much on this blog, I still, on a daily basis, push myself to write. Below is a collection of some of my writings that serve as a reflection of who I was May 11, 2018 to June 3, 2018. Many of these pieces are unfinished. Many of these pieces are rough around the edges. All, however, are uncut and true. These were written as daily journal entries or writing warmups.
At nineteen, living away from family and friends in a state across the country, it has come to my attention that I have become lacking in the area of empathy.