Journal entry 04.07.2021 Sunday 12.57pmWith recent events, I have now arrived at an understanding that I deviate between two extremes. Nihilism and optimism (not the toxic kind)…Jul 4, 2021Jul 4, 2021
To the Broken BargeThe dust seem to be picking up pace as the winds push forward, hopeful thoughts. Away from me, to wherever the broken barge seem to be…Mar 21, 2021Mar 21, 2021
The endless grocery list that made her.The moon. The sun and all cosmic joyride. Swallows in flight, don’t leave me. Dust motes swirling in beams of sun rays. Keep me safe. The…Dec 9, 2020Dec 9, 2020
The kite that never flewThere was once a poor child who couldn't afford a kite for the windy days. He would squat by the stone steps leading to the small…Oct 25, 2020Oct 25, 2020
I left my past on holdFor a second I wanted to touch his face. Or just hug him. Lean my head towards him and feel his chest on my cheek. But I didn’t move.Oct 9, 2020Oct 9, 2020
The crumbling fence and a stiff embraceI remember the surge of happiness which engulfed me when his smile greeted me as I stepped inside the studio.Sep 27, 20201Sep 27, 20201
