I remember sitting down under the cool shade of your plaza, smoking a cigarette, and gazing at your centuries-old…
I emerge trudging from the house, bracing myself for another day of mundanity at work — an endlessness of labor, trying so desperately to…
When I was a kid, one of my teachers told my class a story about two lumberjacks who worked in the same forest with the same kind…
Is it just me or does everything just seem LOUDER than it actually is? I CAN’T HEAR THE SONGS OF THE BIRDS OR THE RUSTLING OF THE TREES. The world is just SHOUTING INTO OUR EARS until all we hear is the outrage and the pain and the hurt and the tears and the suffering and EVERYTHING IS SO FUCKING LOUD I CAN’T HEAR…
The more I think about my past, the more it seems to tangle itself around my head. The details get lost, the motives, causations…
I remember the two of us sprawled naked on the white linens of a bed that wasn’t ours and the way the cool breeze blew in through the windows…
I think I was running. For the longest time I was running away from all the pain and the guilt that I had caused and all the weight it was pressing…
She leaned in closer and took my hand in hers as the cab approached my stop. Time seemed to slow…