Break Her Spirit

An age-old tiredness resides inside her, like the weight of the world alone she must shoulder. The demons screech and claw and howl. They’ve wreaked their havoc: her mind befouled. For, now she pretends to be happy and calm, which is just a cover for the raging storm. Inside, she yells and begs for help….

Lost in the Stars (looking up)

She’s watching, jotting down all her thoughts and dreams and absent minded trains… Waiting for the time when you ask her. That way, she’ll know what to say, how to say it and just the right way to sound. She hopes that you’ll approve, want to hear more and listen with intent. But she knows…

The Visual Experience

A few days ago, I was having dinner with my family. My brother was staring pensively into his plate of pasta, and, after some time, said inquisitively: “I wish salt could be red so I could know whether or not I’ve added enough of it.” Imagine how convenient that would be, always having visual evidence…

Come at Me, Life

Most days life just passes by in a rush. Things are so uninteresting and monotonous that you don’t even remember them happening. But eventually there always comes a bump in the road that jars you out of your reverie and forces you to take action; to change; and the very thought of it is frightening….

Tinker Up

Wind me up, watch me crawl my way to you, struggling even more but forcing my legs to keep moving, keep going. Wind me up, cause I need the motivation of you, help me get past this point. I can’t wobble without a purpose. But I seem to me wandering all the same, Wind me…

walking in beauty

∏ Ô ∏ Do you really think it is a gift, hearing opportunity knocking at any given moment in time, balancing out the mountains and valleys, rivers and lakes, all the oceans and skies, between the life I’m breathing into a world of my design, a word made of letters, of countless variables and multitudes…

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…