I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
Tag: growing up
Assemblages
by Charise Joy Javonillo 5 years ago I stopped myself from going to an archaeological field school in Peru because I feared I would have a complete nervous breakdown in the Andes. Excavating in a foreign country while every part of my body trembled from obsessive thoughts and unfounded fears spelled imminent disaster. Instead of … Continue reading Assemblages
Parental Dissonance VII
"You Can Always Come Home" by Aryeh Barasch I remember the first time I got into a real argument with my parents. It wasn’t too explosive of an argument, but I remember clearly that it was about religion. The idea of religion, which is a way that we are supposed to choose to live our … Continue reading Parental Dissonance VII
Parental Dissonance VI
"The Best Damn Garbage Man" by Mo David I think I'm gonna kill myself. That's what’s going through my head as I’m getting dropped off for my first day of seventh grade. My mom puts our clunky, dilapidated minivan in park and continues with her speech, unaware of the tornadoes circling inside my brain. "So … Continue reading Parental Dissonance VI
Lavender Oil
Anxiety is something that I've learned to embrace, in a way. I've been battling with it for so long that the idea of not resisting was nowhere on my radar. At one point, after days filled with constant pounding in my chest, and sleepless nights, something snapped. Perhaps my mind had decided that enough was … Continue reading Lavender Oil
Transitions II
Is this your twenties? Uncertainty lies in every direction while each day lasts a week, and each week lasts a minute. Is it Thursday already? Days pass filled with french presses and side projects for friends while you write songs about banana peels and laugh as you catch up with across-the-country old memories. Is it … Continue reading Transitions II
Transitioning
So I’m sort of growing up a little. Not too much, but moving toward that process of becoming sort of possibly maybe independent? That is, leaving my parents’ home. This is super weird and both scary and thrilling. I’ve been keeping all these stressors on the back burner and writing angsty poetry instead, and letting … Continue reading Transitioning
