If I count the ways I love you

It would be like trying to count the stars

For the ways you are loved is infinite

If I count the ways I love you

It would be as if I was collecting each shell on the beach

For the ways you are loved are individually unique

If I count the ways I love you

It would take hours upon hours

For I’ve never loved anyone in the ways I love you...

A loud thud was the last thing I heard before everything went black. My body had finally collapsed from the built up exhaustion I had felt coming on for the past few months. All my hard work and continuous overworking had finally caught up with me.

Class after class and workshop after workshop had been causing me to be running on energy drinks alone for about three months up until now. Late nigh...

I would be anything for you

I’d be the leader you have always wanted me to be

I’d be the conductor you’ve worked for me to become

I’d be the best flautist you’ve been wishing I was

If it would really make you proud

I would do anything for you

I’d practice hours each day to achieve your dreams

I’d teach others around me to accomplish the goals you’ve set

I’d make top chair in the state

If you woul...

“If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire”

If passion is a plant, then I am a weeping willow

If love was determined by how much rain was falling from the sky

I would cause a thunderstorm

For who am I if I am not loving...

Every day felt like a countdown, each tick of the clock was a reminder that sanity was slipping through his fingers. The wooden floor was cool against the bottom of his feet, trying to pull him back to reality. He paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, unable to sleep due to the terrors that plague his never resting mind. 

His head snaps from left to right, scanning his surroundings. He conti...

“Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime”

He calmly hummed, hoisting up the unconscious girl in his arms to keep her from falling. The crisp taps of his footsteps drew closer and closer to getting to his destination. Nobody would’ve bat an eye thinking that there was anything wrong with the pair, it simply looked like a man carrying his drunk girlfriend home, unaware of their horrible err...

(based off of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s adaptation of “The Phantom of the Opera”, written in the style of a stageplay)

**Scene**: Christine’s dressing room at the Opera Populaire. France, 1876. 

_Christine and Meg enter Christine’s dressing room, out of breath from rehearsal. Christine sits in the chair in front of her vanity, Meg walking across the room to sit on the edge of Christine’s bed to tak...

I open the door of my dark apartment, unknowing of what time or day it was. I can feel the change in temperature almost immediately, my eyes closing to the unfamiliarity of the warm, golden rays that met them. I’m taken back to my time as a young girl, playing carefree in the sun who had somehow along the way become my enemy. My face flushed as the heat graced my features. Slowly opening my eyes, ...