Alanna Floreck

Why does it feel good to feel gutted? On a perfectly great day I'm guilty of wishing to go home and mope to have someone/thing in mind to...

I hate what a crush does to a friendship not shared crushes for each other but on another. I grow a disdain for competitive showmanship...

There may not be symbolism that manifests from every found object or creature but there is in thinking so.

A list of cliches for the middle way.

I invent my own “turn here” sign by deciding ahead of time which frequency I’ll follow until green phase “fulfilled” or mixes, like, with...

You slight your range in pursuit of newness Pure novelty can’t endure when you abuse those whose motion ranges routinely intersect yours...

In the presence of one seventh of what Earth requires wondering at, we’re wired to wonder instead how to function under ego adhere to...

When how I speak is nothing like how I write or think, it's embarrassing. Someone told me my spoken tone makes it seem as though I'm...

Nostalgia is a tricky fella Tricky, tricky, tricky Nostalgia could claim your parents’ healing in trade of a night in the basement...

Hunched and squatting on an overhanging mound of mud, too much pressure on my feet Because tiny worlds rock

Today my hair made me cry I like how it looks, it’s been cut short & I wanted it naturally dark again But I have these strands that are...

That swing really brought the whole concept home Because this morning when I rode by it, it was rusted, rotten, split. Yeah, like you...

Hanging out with yourself

The air is thin enough to breathe with no help yet from oxygenous leaves My friends and I play pretend, seeing how far our perceptions...

Major breakthroughs, Pale hues. Resisting screens in confining industrial scenes. Rich human relation, That fulfilling give-and-take...

I went to the rustic, my exposed toes froze. Shivering, we made it known that we care about each other’s lives and interests. Stuck sap...