“My smile feels big again; my eyes are tired but in a good way.”
“There are afternoons where I want to feel like mustard yellow, and evenings when I want to feel lavender.”
20:00 August 28th – It’s a Friday night and this is my stream of consciousness.
I wrote a final piece for my Creative Nonfiction Writing class here at Stanford. After reading part of it to my professor and my classmates, I realized that I wanted to share with you an excerpt from the 9-page behemoth it eventually became. I believe it has something significant to say.