i am not a prisoner of war

I miss the nights (way past my bedtime), when I'd journal 'til the crack of dawn. Those were the nights I had my most profound thoughts, fueled by an unquenchable zeal for life. I miss the nights I fiercely typed away at my laptop, hours upon hours, riding the momentum of my ceaselessly working mind. … Continue reading i am not a prisoner of war

less of me

Good health, a comfortable life, happiness, job security, peace... I considered having all of these be my reality meant that I was living in success. My mind has drifted countlessly into intricate portrayals of a life laced with glamor and posh. I have lusted after the guaranteed offers from wealth. At a young age (probably … Continue reading less of me