Discipline in the age of constant distraction is an uphill battle in a war that spares no one. The twentieth century is a sensory overload that is brimmed with so much dopamine, I fear that we as a race have forgotten the raw experience of natural happiness.

Our daily lives consist of a list. Each day a list is scrawled pertaining to the easiest and fastest way to experience the temporary high that is the dopamine rush. For those of you who don’t know — dopamine is the happy hormone, you feel it when your brain is expecting a reward…

When the world was collapsing upon itself, government turmoil ransacked news channels, and our homes became our own personalized jail cells, I found peace for the first time in months. Quarantine was undeniably damaging, and my own story comes from a place of privilege — and I acknowledge that.

After my tenth grade year, I was in a spiral of darkness that I never could seem to crawl out of. I sprinted up the forever inclining stairs of my mental health, only for my feet to give way under and tumble backward as if I had never moved.

School was…

This is a piece I wrote about my boyfriend in the first month of our relationship.

You have the eyes of a doe. Soft, smiley, and vacant. They are easy on me when you offer me a stare. It’s almost ironic how different my eyes are; a streak of intensity compared to your muted gaze.

You mostly squirm when I stare too hard. I suppose behind your stare there is gentleness and affection, but I feel as though that adoration you keep to yourself is something to be searched for rather than gifted to me plainly.

Your brows are arched…