simple days

remember when life was easier?
shit. I’m sorry. maybe your life was
never easy at any point, but maybe you
remember days that weren’t full of worry.

days where you had no responsibilities
except breathing, eating, and sleeping.
sometimes, even the sleeping was optional
(at least until you eventually passed out).

I can say that I love my life.
that maybe I’m not happy with where it is,
but I am happy with where it’s going.
it’s just that sometimes

I miss those days that were simple.
wake up, exist, eat, play, dance, sing
close your eyes and go to sleep
because tomorrow’s coming with all the things

you’re looking forward to
and none of the things you’re not.


Photo by Ian Schneider on Unsplash


Why I like writing

I’m not sure when I started writing, but I do have an early memory of some of my first bits of writing. I believe I was in second grade or third grade. My Cousin, Kentrae, loved to draw.* This is obvious, but I loved to write (and I still do). We all had our boyhood cartoon and game obsessions, but there were two in particular that my cousin and I really liked: Pokemon and Sonic. We decided that it’d be pretty cool if those two things were combined in order to make an awesome new story. What better people to create that story than ourselves?

Armed with printer paper, pencils, and out imagination, we made a little short story that made our thoughts reality. I don’t remember the name of our little story, and, sadly, I don’t have a copy of it, but I can tell you that I enjoyed that little experience. Writing for me, at first, was a way only a way to spill creativity onto the page as an intricate story to share with other people. I’m not sure when, but somewhere along the line writing began to change for me. I don’t remember reading poetry much, but I do remember that I started to write it either in sixth or seventh grade. At that point, writing was more than merely a story meant to entertain others. Writing was an elegant way of capturing emotions, thoughts, and images and trying to explain them in the most beautiful way to others.

For the next few years, that was what writing was for me: story-telling for entertainment, and poetry for emotions. Somewhere along the line the two began to blend together, and I discovered that I can express myself in ways different than poetry, and that story-telling doesn’t have to be for entertainment only. My Junior year of high school was when my writing began to take flight in another direction. I began to write non-fiction.

You see, up until that point, all of my writing really could only be classified as fiction. My poetry wasn’t exactly just emotions on the page, but rather, an embodiment of them, and so it counts as fiction as well. It wasn’t until I started being forced to write about things that I normally wouldn’t have in my AP Language and Composition class (Which I scored a 5 on for the AP test, the highest score) that I began to use writing as a way to express my thoughts, experiences, and my life in general. It’s around that time that I also began to get interested in the idea of blogging.

Writing became a way for me to simply analyze my thoughts and my life and the things that go on around me. In fact, I had always been writing like this my entire life. I just never put it to paper. All life really is is an ongoing narrative inside of my head. That’s all it ever has been, and that’s all it ever will be.

Alas, I never really addressed why I like writing. Plain and Simple, writing is a part of me that I can’t let go of. It began as a way to pass some time before becoming a hobby. Now? Writing is kind of a way of life. If I don’t write things out on paper, then I am writing in on mental papyrus that will forever stay with me until the day I day.

Until tomorrow, or next time, whichever comes first.

*In fact, his mother is a tattoo artist. I think it’s only natural.