Working class zero

They ostracized you before you were born, deemed you a thorny weed in the wasteland, untouchable, unhealthy and unclean, the crows cawed, and the crickets chirped when you first breathed, no Instagram pictures or Facebook status updates announced your arrival, all you knew was the bitter cold in a ramshackle hut, and a mother’s pain…

Look without

Introspection is like playing the same song on repeat, after a while, it grows stale, but you keep at it, hoping for an epiphany or cry of triumph, the old sage will say, “Look within to find the light,” and the new age prophet will say, “You must approach a thought from various hallways: some…

This thing called love

I never thought I’d ask myself what love is, but after so many failed attempts at trying to love myself and others, I’ve reached the crossroads. I look to the left and right and see hate; I look forward and see an unpromising future filled with regret; I look back with bitterness. All my life,…

Apathetic

I’m so tired of pining over someone who’s not here, thinking dreaming will help her materialize and waltz right up to me when I’m ambling down the sidewalk, the stars don’t align in the right places and there aren’t ‘precious’ moments in life, I’ve gradually lost the will to hope for a life better than…

That Ragtime though

I’ve never been to New Orleans and learned what little I know about the culture from HBO’s Treme. I do like jazz though. Now, some jazz is inaccessible like abstract philosophy. You can only listen to it from a distance and wonder (in awe or repulsion) about what’s really going on. But play a Benny…