Monthly archives: June, 2017

A Letter To Both Of Us: Ophelia – Epilogue

Maybe the world is bigger inside our heads and every step we take makes us closer to ourselves. The emotions we hold dear to our hearts are clearer when the silence is loud. I needed space to understand that nothing will ever bring him back unless I open this letter and let him live inside …

Our Real DIfferences

We all sin differently. We all move in different graces. That’s the way it’s meant to be, Or we would all have the same faces. No one more, And no one less. Any man nor woman, Is the best. We all bleed red, And we all cry tears, We lose the same sleep, And we …

Heavy Heart: Ophelia Chapter 5

I don’t want to know who I am without him in my life! I don’t want to know how it feels to breathe outside his space! And, he is not here to save me from myself. He is not around to pull me out of the darkness. I feel like he was never there, like …

Will It Matter Tomorrow?

There is no doubt about truth in the words ‘Change is the only constant’. Every single aspect of our life experiences variations and changes along the way. Nothing remains the same as we ascend the ladder, one step at a time. This variation often appears undesirable as we are seasoned within the limits of a …

A Story About Us

There are two types of people in this world: those who sit in cafes and those who sit in discord with one another in cafes. In this case, I’m speaking of the latter. I am at a rundown, condemned-worthy cafe in the middle of Indiana. I have had 7ish cups of coffee at this point …

Hybrid: Ophelia Chapter 4

A hybrid human is all I am; the extent of hell and, the skin of heaven. The bones are not mine but, the head is my whole existence. I own myself and the only piece of me that belongs elsewhere is the heart. Do I care? No! I don’t. I am nothing more than my …

On Leaving

I am about to resign and the residents can sense a change in the air, like a storm brewing in the distance. It feels cooler and calmer than usual as everyone hunkers down, preparing for what, they know not. Some are lying low, so low in fact, I wonder if they still live here, while …

A Broken Crayon

We come into this world new, like a crayon fresh out of the box the majority of us free of disease like the chicken pox Different hues but, DNA wise 99.9% the same each with our own name All with the similar desire to feel the passion of another human being’s fire We wear down …