Hello, everyone! 

I feel like my voice is kinda pastel—blue, but I didn’t have that color. And words are these squiggly, elusive things that we form sentences with, and often they come out jumbled... Black shape was to break in the page. 

One plant I haven’t managed to kill (yet). No matter how often I forget to water it (or over—water it), it always manages to regenerate and grow.