For young love that's not so young anymore. And for my 26th birthday. We used to write 7 poems a day about falling in love. Now we can hardly form the thought. Our words used to spill out of us flooded, overflowing. Now we have grown comfortable with silence and when we speak it comes with a sob or …
Tag: Youth
100
This is my 100th post. I'm trying to decide how I feel about that. It seems silly and narcissistic to say, "oh, look how far I've come." Of course, that would be true, but who hasn't changed in the last 4(ish) years? We've all come far whether it's documented on a blog or not. But, …
ELIZABETH ENDARA 