These are my snippets and musings on life and beyond in 500 words or less
I no longer want to scream or tear at my chest. But my love for you remains in a crossfire between my head and my heart.
I’m in a cab and it’s 3 A.M. and I’m looking out of the window.
It’s the emptiness, the purposelessness, the feeling that no where you go or what you do or who you’re with, nothing will matter.
But This is Why I do it
When will my writing heal me?
Sometimes, I feel depressed. Okay, let’s be real. I’m often depressed.
a snippet on depression
an excerpt
A puppy’s happiness
A meditation on waiting for spring
a snippet on the relationship between love and commitment
a reflection on feeling tied to human obligations
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