On Dating (no actually– like writing the date down)

I date all my notebooks in case somebody in the future finds them. Is that weird? (That’s where you come in and say, “Of course it is, Emma, but we love you anyway.”) Well, let me explain.

Here’s the thought process: What if one day hundreds of years from now people find Continue reading



One sunny day we
Look at the ground,
Where our shadows
Lay, black and plain
And they say clearly,
Without any sound,
Can’t you see we
Are all the same?

I wrote this poem a couple years ago, in eighth grade. I was sorting through a bunch of my old school papers about a month and a half ago, when I stumbled across this written on a post-it note stuck in my writing journal from that year. Honestly, I’m pretty impressed with my eighth grade self. I had to look the poem up first to make sure I actually wrote it. (Don’t worry, I did.) 😉

What do think it means? Do you like it? Share in the comments down below, I love hearing your feedback!