Into the Brush

I search my surroundings for someone familiar, but come to realize I am all I have. Before me, lies a split and two roads. The paths are paved with different substances, and it is obvious each leads to a different direction. On one path, there are splotches of dried crimson liquid smeared across gravel. There’s…

How Do You Say Goodbye to a Star?

How do you say goodbye to a star? Science says that many of these celestial bodies of gas and fire have since burned out in the night sky, yet their light remains radiant amidst the black. Their glimmering rays have not ceased to shine, for time is a strange idealism in the universe. What has…

The Big One- Happy Anniversary SD!

In celebration of Sunset Dahlia’s one-year anniversary, I’ve decided to answer some frequently-asked questions and allow my readers to take a glimpse of who I am and how Sunset Dahlia came to be! Q:How do you feel about Sunset Dahlia turning a year-old? It’s an incredible feeling, but it’s also a bit indescribable. A year…

The Truth of Innocence

The light blinds me before my irises adjust. The walls of the small room are a lime green, speckled with thick stickers of water-color flowers and over-sized sparkles. A T.V with scattered Pokemon games and a cube console sit unrestfully upon a wooden dresser. Everything is quiet as I lay in the center of the…

Uncovering Happiness

My eyes flutter open to a dazzling luminosity. I peel my face off of the worn, cognac leather, only to realize that I passed out on the couch again. I reach in search of my pillow— which was somehow tossed to the floor during the night. I clutch onto the soft cotton of the cushion…

The Little Things

Many times a day, we humans are aggravated by the most trivial things. Whether it’s the tiniest of implications our friends make, the ceaseless drama of bloodlines, or the unintended circumstances bestowed upon us by life, we find that our daily rituals are constantly being disturbed. It is not unjust of us to be angered…

Fruition of the Humanist

Gloria Steinem often said, “A gender-equal society would be one where the word ‘gender’ does not exist: where everyone can be themselves.” In the modern age, the glory of feminism is often masked by the norm of cultures, the believed dissolution of its necessity, or the unjust ignorance that comes from feminist opposition.  Feminism is…

A Sunday Afternoon

A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte is a captivating piece stippled by the extraordinary Georges Seurat, a famous pointillist. This is an example of a writing practice I’ve learned to utilize. By placing myself in the painting, I can better envision the tale I believe the work is telling.  A small breeze…

Being Queen

Oprah Winfrey once said, “Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another steppingstone to greatness.” Though fearing failure can sometimes be an unavoidable feeling, it is also a value in which we must learn if we wish to succeed through life’s hurdles.  As existence has proven, the journey for a…

Finding Joy

No matter who you are or where you come from, joy can be a difficult value to find. Why is it so difficult? Maybe it’s because it is easier to feel emotion as it is raw and instinctual, then it is to let the good outweigh the bad. For when horrid instances occur, they linger….