writing – Page 2 – My Little Hawk

cookie monster: book edition

By the time I went to the city for high school, I had already missed a few windows.

We’ve always been as thick as thieves.

There was a call for all eyes on Gaza, and I hope that reminder is never forgotten. The Eyes of Gaza are still turned to us until a free Palestine.

Go gather by the humming sea,
Some twisted, echo-harbouring shell.

Did you know that if you throw too many rocks into a river, it might get buried and dry up?

Try this with vanilla ice cream!

I feel the most alive when I’m not distracted by the life I want to live. When I can place myself in the life I am living.

We’ve lost the art of sympathizing.

That song doesn’t make me cry anymore. And, if you were wondering, I’m totally not bitter about it, either.

Do you know why I named it the disappearing act?