loneliness

He would’ve done anything to see her healthy again, and he did do everything.

There’s something transformative that occurs throughout the month of August. You don’t notice when it approaches, riding the high of the continuing summer months.

However fulfilling (or not) my future may become, I’ve been trying to remember that I still have myself, and this singular existence is still something special that I have as my own.

I don’t want to be alone when I realize that all my hard work was done for nothing. Because one day, I will be nothing, and my memories will be forgotten in the chasm of space and time.

When I tell people I live alone, I usually receive a mixed bag of reactions – anything from “that’s the dream” to “I could never live alone.”

Your slang and your streets became familiar, and without even realizing it, I had come to call you home.

There are moments when the loud sounds reverberating off of the colorful homes onto the cracked pavements of the lively Berkeley streets can make the quiet in my roommate-free apartment that much quieter. 

Whispering something coy and lean, he chuckles: “We have neon lights in the mountains and dueling pianos between trout streams.”

As studies continually investigate the correlation between social media usage and mental health, we have become acutely attuned to the deeper reality behind the screen. Modern online platforms now hold the power to use us as much as — and sometimes even more than — we use them.