Stages of Grief ~ Acceptance Two years have passed since our paths diverged, Yet your presence still lingers in the quiet corners of my mind a steady beacon amid the ebb and flow of time. Your image, though softened by the passing seasons, remains etched … Continue reading You, after All
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Depression
What is depression? What is depression? I ask myself. Is it a loud crowd silenced by the pain? Is it dancing with tears in your eyes? It is walking in the rain? But it’s not the rain that makes you wet. Is it sitting in … Continue reading Depression
Promises,
Sitting in a cafe, going through the letters stored in our conversations. How we were meant to love each other forever. But, What does forever mean? Does it mean the end of the universe? Or the end of our love? The future is a vast … Continue reading Promises,
Discovery, again
What is Marriage? I’ve been asking people at bars, what marriage means to them. I haven’t gotten any concise answers. Or anything that I could adopt as my own. Marriage means unity to one, while to one means companionship. Marriage means stopping and following your … Continue reading Discovery, again
I Am Not A Poet
What is Poetry to you? A Journey of Discovery. I am not a poet. I do not study. I do not perform my art to an audience. I do not understand style and structure, nor do I convey information clearly. I do not rhyme. I … Continue reading I Am Not A Poet
2020 Reflections
A 23-old's journey How do I describe myself to you when I feel like there aren’t enough words in the human language that could make you understand me? Maybe I’m yet to discover these words because what I know does not does not do justice … Continue reading 2020 Reflections
Confounding
Befuddled Your emotions are hesitant. As if deliberating the wisdom or consequence of falling in love again. The room boasts of fresh linen sprayed in oud de linen. The air is fresh and fruity, with the elegance of a diffuser and scented candles. The light … Continue reading Confounding
Yearn
Childhood I remember playing outside alone with a Bratz doll, occasionally looking in the distance, hoping to see my dad walking to the house holding a big teddy bear. I loved those, even at 25. Their fur kitten-soft smile is like an offered cup of … Continue reading Yearn
Late Nights
2AM Thoughts and Nothing More. Frisks Erykah Badu caresses the night as the brisk wind blows faintly. A slight frisk at the tip of my fingers urges me impatiently. “What do you have to say today?” I wonder. With a slight pause, I wait to … Continue reading Late Nights
The Aftermath
Recovering “alcoholic”.
Unfinished Rooms 