Four more days left of my high school career. It’s weird. It still hasn’t hit me that I’m graduating next Friday. Life is life, and I’m still rolling in stress. I find myself drifting away from writing rather than using it as a reliever. I’m trying to work more on that, as I miss writing. Writing is a home to me. It’s a language that constantly changes, and I fall in love with it every single time. Writing gives me hope. It gives me a purpose. I love creating stories within my writing. This post is short, but I’m adding more poetry to the poetry page. Check it out!
Profoundly Poetic 