hi, i’m sunshine, an nb creative writing major who is unsure of my true name, and spends most nighttime hours at denny’s, because all the ones in my hometown closed down and i miss them. i do not have any classes before noon, and i have never been seen awake outside of the hours noon- five thirty am. i am someone who is strongly chaotic good- more than once i have stayed up all night with someone i knew only online to make sure they were alive the next morning, - 1/4
even when i had to drag myself out of bed a few hours later. my writings (poem at end) are the truest expression of me- raw, honest, carefully spun webs of words, fibers of truth, of metaphor, but most of all heart. i used to care more what others thought of me but i am slowly learning that mine are the ones who matter most. i love so deeply that i could drown in it. i try i be honest as much as i can- 2/4
not because i fear being caught in a lie but because i have deep trust issues and i never want to be that person for someone else. i do tend to abide by rules out of morals and fear, but if i think something is wrong i will stand up against it. i am definitely no stranger to protests, and i would love to speak at one sometime. i could fill 1,000 tapes with reasons why people are inherently good- because i believe it at my core. and i never give up on someone i love, no matter if i should. 3/4
lemonade-it’s been over a year now/since i’ve had a drink of you/i won’t say i’ve avoided it/although it may be true/you used to be so sweet to me/could never get enough/i guess my massive sweet tooth/made things turn out so rough/started out with sipping/but the scales started tipping/soon enough i was swimming in you/i will not call myself a quitter/but you got so god damn bitter/that i had to walk away/though the reasons make me frown/if i had tried to cling to you/i know i would’ve drowned/
A charm for you: a pair of six-sided dice, carved from from bone - but rather than numbers, each face bears a painstakingly etched leaf. No matter how you throw them, they both land with the oak leaves up, every time (or perhaps more importantly, with the ivy hidden).