Chapel Hill, NC
Eternal optimist, wanderer, soul-searcher. Senior at UNC; aspiring journalist. I don't own a parachute. Powered by hazelnut coffee, Joan Didion, sunflowers, and good friends.
1,287 words in 11 moments in 3 cities since September 17th, 2013
Chapel hill — I spent today’s golden hour by the creek. It rippled and sang as it swirled over rocks that got in its way. We’ve had a lot of rain lately. I wonder what stories have been swept up in the current.
Chapel hill — Class, work, class, homework. The well-oiled hum of this college life. There was a time, not so long ago, when none of that mattered. There were still classes, still homework, still exams. But they...
Chapel hill — Been playing with watercolors and people. Playing with memory too I guess. Color’s in the past. It streaming behind us, an endless reel of people, places and emotion. I don’t know what comes next....
forever in darkness
"Water does not dissipate, water just takes you and goes."
Thanks for the oxygen.
Love on the defensive.
Everything is golden.
Afraid of the dark
Reading on a rainy day: Days of Dust by Halim Barakat
Missing waking up to Moroccan moon-sets.