From Halloween and New York Comic Con preparations to studying for midterms and digging out scarves, October means a lot of things to a lot of people. For me, October is the month of new beginnings—it is to me what January is to most people.
My year starts in October because this is my birthday month. This was the month I was born, the month I started life, and so every year, this is the month I reflect on how I have lived, make my resolutions for a happier, healthier life, and then start again. Read More »
She did not bloom in the warmth of spring— Her petals did not wave at the bees And butterflies fluttering by, And she did not bask in the sun, While the birds chirped their lullabies.
She was more suited to the chill of winter— Her petals glistened with icy snowflakes With thorns as sharp as icicles, For she was a rose that bloomed in adversity, Thriving where no one thought possible.