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the sun will
kiss the earth
each day
and soon
these dashing lines
of youth
hard charcoal, pen and ink
dancing, arousing
the parchment
shall also fade
portraits ought to
be lived
not
preserved
This began as an exercise in Architecture Design class. We each had to do a self portrait and design a space for ourselves for the rest of our life! One space! Very introspective n mind altering exercise!
 Jan 2016 Call Me Sara
Emma
I. Realize that everything is temporary-including your happiness, including your sadness.

II. Sit down at a table for two and realize your heart is big enough to fill up both seats.

III. Cry out with the rain enough tears to fill an ocean and teach yourself how to swim.

IV. Scream their name into the wind until the wind itself decides to take it away.

V. Begin watching supernovas. Realize how beautiful something can be even when it has been dead for years.

VI. Look in the history books. Realize that even the best love stories all had to come to an end.

VII. Realize that surviving heartbreak is not as clean cut as a mathematical equation. It is a messy art.
I will survive.
I face my fear of the morning,
Because that's when you say goodbye.
 Jan 2016 Call Me Sara
m i a
she was a brown-skinned girl,
who was trapped in this world
struggiling with idenity,
she couldn't find any serenity,
she no longer had dignity,
she was too white to be black,
as people told her and laughed,
she was too black to be white,
this was now turning into a
fight/
between her and idenity,
she needed to find serenity
so finally in may, she woke
up one day and decided to be
g r e y.

G r e y [gray]
of a color intermediate between black and white, as of ashes or an overcast sky.

but little did she know
that her skin colour
didn't define her
for it was the art in
her heart that did.
this is about a girl struggling with race and idenity, not realising that the colour of your skin doesnt define you. Youre perfect just the way you are. <3
"I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show
And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control
But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain
To hell with my pride, let it fall like rain
From my eyes
**Tonight I wanna cry"
"Tonight I wanna cry" - Keith Urban
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