You can’t be serious

I just wrote something. Something I am proud of. Something that means something for me. Soon I’ll fill up a collection again.

Personal essays

Poems

Stories

It's crazy to think in a months time I can watch people go from adults to basic newborns. Needing care in all their functions. I am reminded of how my father passed and how the struggle to live can exist within the body so hard that it's almost ridiculous to keep on the suffering. The…

I remember. I just don’t know how I forgot.

What’s happening? It seemed long ago when my family had last came and visit. The days pass in meals and television. My friends, they laugh with me behind the glass. The color is so vivid, I almost forget they are not with me.

Titles are overrated

I don’t write often if rarely at all but the plan is begin slowly. Tiny clicks on the screen and suddenly a sentence forms. A space. A space to rant, to clear my head of the clutter and opinion. Internet bullshit and millennial snaps.