“I am filled with things and I battle feelings I have never wanted to exist inside of me. I lack too much confidence and I carry too much sadness and my body is full of stars that never learned their name. I wear my insecurities like pockets and I fill them with fears and my hands are growing tired from reaching down into them to hold the feeling of being afraid. I am afraid. Always afraid. Afraid like the chimes when the wind lips are sealed. Afraid like your eyes when the stars fall asleep in the dark. Afraid like dreams when they realize they are just dreams and that reality is that one scar that will never fade away. I am, terrified. Terrified that the things inside me are the things that will keep me from ever finding a home inside someone else.”
-Christopher Pointdexter
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أدب الهواةA college girl in love, Eliza Davis, with her friend Cara Delevingne, is striving to get over her sophomore at the London University of the Arts. Given a great opportunity by her professors to be a writer-apprentice of John Green, Eliza started her...
