Unbreaking Chains

  159 days = 22 weeks and 5 days. Ask yourself, what do you do with 159 days? You go on a long trip. Fly across oceans and conquer all the land borders you can find. Drink too much. Meet people. Fall in love. Fall in lust. Get lost. Lose yourself. 159 days = 22…

Each Turn.

One step forward. Two steps back. We fight, senseless arguments, we hurl words that can never be taken back. One step forward. Two steps back. Hues of red, pink and orange, staring back at us.The world made perfect, just for us.Only for us. One step forward. Two steps back. Doubting forever. Endless tears. Cold starless skies….

Never Stop.

  Listen closely. Do you hear the familiar lines of our song? She asks. Do you want to dance? I smile. Do we take it slow? She leans in. Do I hold her? Listen again. Is that her voice calling me home? Or is that us saying goodbye? Listen.

Of Bus Stops & Last Chances.

Longing, as each day passes. Defying logic, odds, and sanity. Of a thousand fluttering butterflies. Questions, the hows and whys. Reaching across the bed, finding, wanting, craving. In thoughts and dreams. In sweet smiles and hollow pains. In harsh reality and peaceful escapes. Hold on. Hang in there. Stay with me.

A Distant Ruin

How could one not believe? Across borders of insanity, I traveled back through time. Thousands of miles away, longing for her one kiss. How could one question life’s existence? Filling my drained soul. With history,with warmth, with faith. I walked and wandered about the vast ruins of royalty. How could one still have doubts? The…

Drawn.

In you, I surrender. A step closer — my soul completely vanishes. Into you, I ache. Your stunning lips mend the uncompromising wounds. With you, I soar. Slight kiss reveals what was long forgotten. For you, I’ll live. Every second — you whisper a thousand truths. —- This photo was taken last weekend at dawn (Calatagan,…

Her Heart Wide Open

Woke with a bloody fist and a busted lip, countless broken dreams on the floor.

Here, undone.

Sometimes I think about you. Through a view from a train, a line from a book or a song from a movie. Fleeting, and for a mere second, my heart would melt.

The Famous Last Scene

I know it’s late, I know you’re weary. I know your plans, don’t include me.  With the dark night suffocating the apathetic crowd, I continued with the song in a tired, strained voice.