May 2013
Floating along and you realize there could be worse things in life. Like dying.
The sirens are distant in the background
The wind whipping through steel bars
The smoke swirls in a cloud and is pushed away
Mingling in with the rest of the air, trying to be just like they are
All they do is cause suffocation
Uniformity to the uncivilized alien
That’s all we are.
I once dated a writer and
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything. They forget appointments and anniversaries, but remember what you wore, how you smelled, on your first date… They remember every story you’ve ever told them - like ever, but forget what you’ve just said. They don’t remember to water the plants or take out the trash, but they don’t forget how to make you laugh. Writers are...
Woohoo one year left of nursing school! Did good on all my HESI’s! Now I get to enjoy a summer off and start dreading the next Capstone Project I don’t want to do!
