Day 297- The woman at the old age home 

There is a woman at the old age home.  Her eyes glimmer of the history she’s witnessed in her long years here on earth.  Her wrinkles remind me of constellations, connected in a magnificent display of wisdom.  Her hands are always shaky. No matter how much I hold on to them, warming her skin against…

Day 84- Around town 

School today was actually pretty good. Typical and boring at times but good nonetheless. I think I’m getting used to the weather but that’s probably because it’s increased into the double digits for some weird reason. By the way, completely random fact: They don’t have QWERTY Keyboards here, which basically means I can’t type properly…