

The wallIn the beginning, there was a wall.The wall
Chalk white, the wall stretched infinitely in both directions. It touched the sky, and it dug into the earth. Sitting against the wall, there was a girl. Indistinct in features, I suppose, because they constantly changed. Her eyes would flip from green to gray to blue to brown. Her hair was a blur of changing colour and length. Her skin blended with the wall almost perfectly.
She was the Creator. She ashed her cigarette, finished it, and stamped it out on the void. The girl, she took out a marker, black and simple. She began to write on the wall, her handwriting messy and genuine


WinterHave you ever met someone who reminds you of a ghost? Milky skin, tired eyes. He merges with the mirror perfectly, his dark hair like arrows falling in his face.Winter
He merges with the hallway perfectly, his footsteps drowned out by the hundreds of people around him. His shadow stretched and lanky before him, a pool of black in a world of cement. In the summer, he would grow like a flower through a crack in the pavement. His smile brightening those around him, the light behind his eyes so visible. Even in the shade.
| I'm Alexandra. I live in a little unpainted house nesting in East Vancouver. I believe that who you are defines what you do. I believe that chaos is beauty and that people pay far too little attention to the sky. I fall in love with the world everyday and I intend to continue doing this until I die. |