I'm a recent college graduate looking to find a foothold in the job market and balance in my life. I love writing and I find that there is so much beauty in words. I enjoy what I call "canvas between the margins" where in the small space between text and the end of the page, there's room to write your thoughts, doodle or a word to look up later.
I’m walking in place, one foot next to the other, to stagnant images and stalled dreams, stuck in the transformation between imaginary and real like a broken record player forever reciting half of a word. I wear the same clothes, listen to the same songs, and dance to the same beat with the same drink in the same bar. The air is stale and the sun less refreshing, like swimming too long resulting in wrinkled fingers. There’s a word balancing on the tip of my tongue, a ballerina pirouetting before a crowd which already knows the last act. Escape.