When Darkness Lingers

When the darkness still lingers over the rooftops of the old houses, I can cover the entire sun with my hand. I feel happily empty and powerful knowing that I can erase all the light from my word, even when it so eagerly insists on reaching through to my heart. The little rays of warmth…

Why Philosophize?

Sometimes it feels as if I do not exist. I have faded away so much that I am essentially dead. After following the patterns of humanity I am finally allowed to sink under the covers of my blanket and let the darkness of the night dissolve me. Moments like this, when only a sea of…

To Draw Like A Child

Children, when given a blank piece of paper, an array of colorful pencils, and are told to draw something, anything usually start with scribbling in a yellow sun on one of the top corners of their little canvas. Then they will draw a thin strip of blue as the top border and a green strip…

Entropy of the Mind

They were born out of the fire. They were born out of the sky. When the trees had embraced the world in red flames, when the days were still cold, and when the heavy and impermeable blanket of night was so dark that it made them want to cry. The giants had fallen asleep between…

The Bird that Flies Freely

I decided to venture out of my hiding place tonight. I think I just ran out of air to breathe. Or maybe my mind is trying to save me: one last nudge out of its suffocating cage before it completely decides to give up on me. But I know my brain won’t quit. The human…

Music Mondays

Music Mondays features a new song each week. Listen to the music, with or without watching the video, draw inspiration from the featured image, and write a letter, poem, short story, or essay with your thoughts. Post your original work to your personal blog. Be sure to credit The Literati Mafia for the prompt. All…

The Misfortune of Growing Up

I recently came across one of my old diaries from when I was nine years old, and while reading my accounts of a vacation to Mexico, I concluded that children aren’t much different from adults. Although the diary dated back to almost a decade ago (it’s a miracle that I still have it), reading my…