Vacuous

Sometimes, especially these past few days, I have felt like my words are more meaningless and useless because of all the bigger things out there — like bombings and deaths. I know I shouldn’t feel this because I am at least aware of what’s going on and my blog isn’t a discussion of topical news, but by not addressing it and by posting a picture of an English joke, I feel like I am one of those people who turn away from distressing things and focus on lighthearted, fun things in life because it’s easier to deal with.

I don’t want to be one of those people. I don’t think I am, but there are times when I fear I am.

Winter

Something I wrote during a creative writing class back in high school… so lower your expectations! This is something I came across just not that made me realize how far I’ve come as a writer. Thank god.

Winter

As the snow falls,
I’m reminded that another year is almost over.
I sit by the window,
watching as each individual flake
falls outside.
The weatherman says it’ll snow quite a bit
I think about winter,
about not having school;
We are like snowflakes; each different
from all the rest, floating freely in
the air. We land on the ground and
then poof!… we melt. We’re dead.
To me, winter reminds me
that our time is almost done.