David stops his red truck near the entrance to the grounds, and sits in silence, watching the breeze roll through the grass in front of him. He is too old for this, he should have let his son, Jason, take … Continue reading Trudy
The council was convened early in the morning. The sages summoned before the sun had settled atop the sky. A stillness permeated the horizon, the birds did not stir despite the swaying branches, nudged by the breeze. The early worms … Continue reading A Lesson in Deception
There aren’t many things that I am grateful for in this world but she is as transcendental as all of the objects in the universe combined. To have her in my arms can be described as feeling, all of the warmth of nature’s creations in a rub of our atoms.
You are the light of my eyes and the food to my soul.
So come into my arms and let me love you whole. Continue reading A Healing Experience.
She took a deep breath and started, “I honestly really cannot figure out what the matter is, but I feel like something is wrong. Something is really wrong.” She took a gulp of salty air, “I feel so down right now for no reason at all. I feel restless. Hollow even. And it’s not only right now. This feeling has been persisting in me for some time. And I have no idea why! What’s wrong with me?” Continue reading Crimson Waves
You could have sat on my head or my shoulder while I did my exam with your pen. (I know they wouldn’t have allowed it but with you being adorable & all I doubt if they had left you outside to cry). Continue reading Letter To My Jigglypuff.
“Our mutual anxiety is what makes you so relatable. I know what it feels like to be conscious of your every movement down to every single breath you draw from your lungs. To double-check every move because you are so scared that a single miscalculated step might shatter everything because that’s how fragile it all seems to you.” Continue reading Words Are Insufficient.
I saw a boy being whipped with a baton, victim to the occasional, half-hearted police crackdowns.
I saw another lying unconscious, a shiny tell tale needle sticking of his arm, sparkling in the sunlight, blinding me.
I saw numerous blank faces plowing past, their eyes glazed with their apathy; their faces pinched, concentrating on some undoubtedly irrelevant and inane problems that governed their lives.
And among those desensitized robots I saw myself. Continue reading Hearts of Granite.