Her memories faded, even in her days of youth. As time went on the cherished memories of her childhood slowly disappeared, leaving empty holes. The memories she could recall were the ones documented, photographed, and saved. Anything else was gone like the fading lines from a firework; beautiful at one point, gone seconds later. The… Continue reading To Be or Not To Be?… I Can’t Remember
Author: The Learning Gyppie
I'm 23. Cat lover. Mental health advocate. Living for the best me and inviting people to join.
Can’t Let Go
She took a drag of her cigarette as I asked "Why do you do that?" She smiled, a little bit of the white death-filled smoke escaping her teeth before she fully exhaled. She looked at me with her piercing blue eyes, the fading cloud still surrounding her face. "Because," she stated before taking another drag,… Continue reading Can’t Let Go
Dear Society..
Dear society, When I was a child you told me that I could be whatever I wanted when I grew up. In fact, you often challenged what I wanted to be and made me think often about it. When I was in grade school, you told me that boys only picked on me because… Continue reading Dear Society..
What? I Can’t Hear You!
By 30 years old, he had become one of the most recognized musicians since Mozart. He had composed a couple of piano concertos, string quartets, and even his first symphony. By the time he was 44, Beethoven was completely deaf. Although the exact cause of why he went deaf is unknown, he had started struggling… Continue reading What? I Can’t Hear You!
As Seasons Change, So Must I
As fall approached and summer faded, many things began to change. The deciduous trees began to change color and shed leaves, the wind became colder, and fall slowly took over its reign. A couple of months passed and fall faded into winter leaving very little signs of life left. The evergreens stood tall and proud, having… Continue reading As Seasons Change, So Must I
This Little Light of Mine
For those who have been following my blog since it started, thank you. My life seems to follow a path of inconsistency, which I'm slowly but surely trying to change. Nine, almost ten years ago; I was eleven, full of life, and ready to take on the world. I had changed schools for… Continue reading This Little Light of Mine
The Learning Gyppie 