Unfolding

I don’t know how to express myself sometimes. I look into your mind and what I see looking back. Is something that leaves me a little deflated. I feel a little less and deep down there’s a sting of pain. You see I was always told to lead but never to follow. I was always…

Chronicles Of Routine

Just do it. Nike’s three words of motivation and almost a good enough reason to pick up jogging or subscribe to a gym membership. Nike almost had me here, they were really close. But as you know Proverbs 28:1 says, “The wicked run when no one is chasing them…” So I realized running just wasn’t…

Chaos

I feel like I’m carrying around a tragedy within my soul. A lonely story I think only I will know. Is the solitude freedom or an illusion that’s actually loneliness? We live in the same world tell me what do you think? If we all fail but I get to say I tried is there…

A Woman Is A Woman

The first woman I ever knew was my mother and probably the first woman I ever loved and the first woman I ever knew loved me, that was her. Around the same time I knew my mother, I knew my father too and I don’t really know if I can say I knew one before…

Chronicles Of Love

In the beginning I was just a bundle of growing cells within my mother’s womb. Yet even back then I was still love. I couldn’t spell the word or even begin to understand what it meant but if I could dig back into those memories I’d know how people felt. Somewhere between birth and about…

Anyways What’s Perfection?

I embrace what they sometimes find a little unworthy, like they have some right to determine something’s value. I wear my skin like a Zebra wears it’s stripes, Not knowing if it’s black with white stripes or white with black stripes. It all matters the least when what you see in the end is beautiful….

If…

If my heart was a chime, A melody of love to The confusion of your air, If your winds could make my silence disappear And swallow my discordant ring of fears If the waves of your love, could wash over me Carrying with them the music of your heartbeat A symphony of emotions That plays…

Chronicles Of Impostors

I’ve heard life is a cycle that repeats itself, lately in the country I call home it feels like the cycle is too short and the sad events are the only ones recurring while the moments of happiness are lost somewhere out there in time and space. It’s another Monday, the beginning of another week…