-
The difference is
Somehow we crossed paths first but never crossed hearts Or one ran over the other on its way to check-out Was it yours or mine? cause I still think of reasons and seasons when you let all your demons walk out in a waltz Only to help me conclude it wasn’t me you walked away from but the thoughts in your head wondering what society would say And I can’t help but wonder how it’s such a shame for the twinkle in your eyes say it’s here you’d rather stay but you built an imaginary scale where two or more bodies balanced for a chance to conquer your undercover malice…
-
The Solitary Bench
In the distance, I spotted one and it gave me a feeling of longing. A lonely wooden bench. I sat there after a long walk — to rest, to watch the hours go by, to feel the wind ruffle my hair, to watch the children play with the water and the cats roaming around. I listened to the waves in front of me as I watched the sunset and the faces of all the people who, just like me, were there watching with delight as the sun painted the clouds in different hues. It’s special to be surrounded by people who also need to feel the power of the sun.…
-
Out of My Comfort Zone
Have you ever just felt really out of place at some place at some point in your life? I wrote this down on my notepad as I downed some tacos at a bar one night, a few years ago. What I wrote was much longer — the rest of it made it to my book of essays Nostalgia and Deal Breakers. These isolation times are reminding me of those earlier times for some reason. Can you relate? A lot of people are afraid to admit these sort of things. For the record, it’s healthy to let it out of your system! Here’s the story I took a deep breath upon…
