Cheyanne Holliday
Bio
my true being transcends all titles, this vessel has many though: vegan, witch, activist, artist, galactic federation representative in training 👽
Stories (2/0)
Our actions matter
Sometimes the amount of anger that festers inside of me when I am confronted with the deep injustices of the world is overwhelming. I feel it boiling in my chest, seeping into my lungs, crawling up my neck and holding onto my mind with a grip that makes me want to scream. So, I breathe. I breathe deep into the pain and sorrow. I welcome the misery into my heart where I know it will be healed. I speak kindly to myself and remind my mind that I, too, once was in a space where I felt needless violence was okay.
By Cheyanne Holliday3 years ago in Humans
Earth Mother
Humans are kind. Every single one I have met thus far has shown me some sign of friendliness. Whether it be the gentle bald man who walked me to registration, or the cheerful welcome lady who gave me my key, or the older fellas who looked like professors and smiled warmly at me. The people here share their joys with one another. The first few moments in my dorm were quite the opposite of lonely. As I turned the key to reveal my new home, a young woman vibrating childlike enthusiasm came barging out of her room in a fit of giggles. Her cheeks squished against her squinted eyes in a bright smile, and when she finally caught her breath she looked up at me and beamed.
By Cheyanne Holliday3 years ago in Futurism
