I remember, reminiscing about youand the effect you had on my life.They told me that I was supposed tolearn from you and once I got my lessons,I wasn't supposed to revert or glance back. But I did. You were the source of mytears at many a night,and the pain in my heartthat I, unwillingly, held... Continue Reading →
Why Acknowledging Anger is Hard but Necessary for Protecting Your Peace
I've been away for a while, mainly due to writer's block--not having the words to write what I felt--and something more: not having experiences worth writing about, or assuming I have naught to make art from as I go through my sedentary routine of work, eat, read, and sleep. But that's not necessarily true that... Continue Reading →
The Silent Nights
No one tells you that sometimes, or most likely, most often, your memories might make themselves really comfortable and start mixing with each other.
Easing into Conversation
I can’t ease into conversations anymore. I told a stranger this, after he handed me a miniature sunflower. He held it out to me with a boyish grin that, had I been someone else, anyone else, probably could’ve been the mark of a newfound friendship, but because I’m me, I hesitated and let his hand... Continue Reading →
Musings of a Wanderer 