Open Doors

I open all the doors I can

Visiting rooms, but not staying long

Nothing feels permanent in this place

Nothing lasts forever


I knock for opportunities

But then I’m afraid to knock at all

What if I choose the wrong door?

It’s easier to wander, to never settle.



I keep daydreaming about the distance

I want the chance to hold your hand

To make promises as high as the moon

Naïve enough to believe I can keep them


I want work that I can’t have

I want things to be easier

I’m tired of banging on doors that won’t open

I picture paradise, and it cripples me.

Ice Cream Dreams


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I hope you always have ice cream dreams

With kisses as sweet as caramel

And moments as delightful as marshmallows

May your worries be as light as whipped cream


Like a cherry on top, I hope your wishes come true

Like rainbow sprinkles, filled with joy and color

May you always have love like extra hot fudge

And an extra scoop of bliss in your favorite flavor.

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤



Lonely Suburbs

The suburbs are painstakingly lonely when you’re not in school anymore. There’s not much to do and finding a sense of community is nearly impossible. Most things you’d do to meet people aren’t very accessible, whether it’s trying to find a place a volunteer (that’s mostly been a dead end for me), going to events (there’s only so many you can go to), or the most laughable of all, trying to find a local job. It seems all I can really do is count down the days until I can afford to leave. I’m fine with the fact that building a career takes time. But if I’d known I would feel this stuck, I would have gotten more work experience when I was still in college. I’d certainly be further along by now. The only benefit to having alone time is that I can get plenty of writing done.