I got this fortune cookie at the end of my last meal in Boston, the night before moving across the country to build a company in SF. It never feels more true than at the end of a long week. #OnwardAndUpward
there was an earthquake the other day.
in the wee hours of the morning,
i was awakened by a reminder
of my terribly terrestrial condition.
i wasn’t prepared for this –
this unpredictable breed of natural disaster.
back home in ohio, we drilled for tornados.
terrors from the sky, not below our feet.
and yet, the way the earth rolled,
i couldn’t help but feel as though
the maker himself
were gently rocking this earthly cradle
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
i closed my eyes and
back to sleep.
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A short essay I typed up during my senior year of high school for an A.P. Language course. The assignment required a personal narrative from my past.
Perhaps I am not well suited for A.P. Language.
I questioned the validity of that statement as I sat staring blankly at my empty word document.
Mr. Silvidi had assigned another essay, making the running total two papers within the first three weeks of school. It was definitely a rate I hoped would not endure. Feeling the weight of the assignment like a ten ton writer’s block, I attempted to dream up a legitimate topic on which I could elaborate sufficiently enough to create an essay. A personal narrative was this week’s poison of choice for the professor, and I hoped my lack of storytelling skills verbally would not transfer over to paper.
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strange, how it is i
fell asleep thinking of you;
woke, dreaming of us.