Dear ambition,

I've decided if you were a colour you'd be a burnt orange hue.
I have no explanation why, besides how you twirl me into the fires of hopes and dreams
Name engraved into the books of history, but, maybe I missed my cue,
Monopolised by sweet schemes,

As much as I revolt at becoming my dad,
We may not have the same eyes but we have the same smile.
Washed out faces, eyes wrinkling as were trapped in...

I’ve always hated the colour orange. To me the colour is awkwardly obnoxious like that one eccentric student who aims to be popular only for their ambitions to become the punch-line.

I was underneath deep navy blue sky, accompanied by the contrasting tiger street lights that glowed just as much as me. As a small, wide-eyed, three year-old, my scarf hardly hid the tracheostomy as I rode my rusty red tricycle around the hospital the third time. My mum followed...

All the things I'll never tell you;

Starting from your keen observation skills noticing the unspoken conversations,
Although your bladed sharp wit can be intimidating,
The low hum in your voice indicates otherwise,
You're a gentle giant.
Or at least gentle,
I'm just short.

As you're aware emotional vulnerability is the sickly, enclosing truth that I always choke on.
But I'm trying to change my apologies to gratefulness so please bear with me

Throughout our forgotten bickering
The bruises and...

32 breaths per minute, 6 bruises on my knees,  2 scars from surgery, at least 25 operations 250 trips to the emergency room, annual doctor appointments.

4 cats 2 dogs 6 close friends, 1 best friend, 2 boyfriends 1 girlfriend yet never had a first kiss.
1 hour worth of relaxation, jumping between 6 and 12 hours of sleep, at least 5,000 steps per day, 2 busses to and back to school, moved schools twice,

I own 5 albums, 3...