1:11am nostalgia

“It’s an ordeal.” he replies when questioned about the scars he wears. He would love to share how he got them, but he hates to dwell on it too much. For the briefest moment his eyes flash back and forth and his lips slowly separate as he remembers. Then he snaps back...

inspired

When I think about my inspirations I always think about who has the best words. Take my father for instance. When I was young, my father and I barely ever spoke to each other. On the way to school, picking me up from someone’s house, going on walks, or at the dinner...

shades of pink

“Do you see those flowers over there?” she asked as we walked down the lane. “There are more shades of pink in those petals than you can imagine. You could spend hours, days, even years studying them and never discover all their hues.” That was how she saw everything....

in my dreams

There are times when I’m dreaming where you show up. I realize I’m asleep when that happens. I always have to leave you because I know it’s not you. How can I dream of you? I can’t even fathom you. What I see are the poems and prayers from long ago. An incomplete...