A college girl, in love and learning to love the cards I've been dealt, based in IN
Hopefully, Dreams Don't Come True (Part 1)
It was only the two of us since we left Lizton. It’s a terrible town to fall in love in because no one loves in that town. The men are in love with the fields, the crops, and the machines to plant the crops into the fields. The women are in love with the bigger towns that surround Lizton – Brownsburg, Avon, Zionsville, Danville, and Indianapolis. But no one loves there. “The only Lizton in the world!” the signs say, welcoming you into what you think would be a magical town experience. "The only Lizton in the world?" you think. How interesting! Of course, the town is anything but. The town consists of 366 acres of run-down and once-was. Within that 366 acres are 497 people thinking that they either wish that they could’ve done better or thinking there’s nothing better. The latter is not how we saw it.
Drowning and What It Can Do
I've always considered drowning to be the worst way you could die, but I've come to see it in a different perspective. I've been told that when you're drowning, your body activates the mammalian diving reflex, which shunts as much blood from your extremities as possible and sends it to your heart and brain. Because of the lack of carbon dioxide, you involuntarily draw in breath, causing your lungs to fill with water. But when they do, your throat spasms to try and seal your airways to your lungs. And when water replaces oxygen, your body would begin to black out, and you'll become unconscious, and you will die soon after.
How I Fell In Love With Myself Before Someone Else Could
In the eye of this emotional and mental hurricane, I felt like there wasn’t a lot of hope for me. Everything felt like the end of the world, which I now know wasn’t the case. I felt like the world would’ve been an easier place without me in it. The space that I was taking up should’ve been put into better use. I only ever wrote poetry about sadness and how I was tired of only writing poetry about sadness. Things were not looking up for me. There was no light at the end of the dark tunnel I had been stuck inside.