One Soul, less

Imagine, Helpless, alone In a dark alleyway Cold, damp, musty

Just.

A blur, Everyone seems to be, Just, Everywhere, All the time, A blur, Whirling, Right in the midst. Just. Chaos, Stop. Unable to, Escape. Just, Stop. Please stop. Just, stop.

Broken Echoes

Six months ago today, I held your hand. I begged, repeatedly. Asking you, please stay.

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…

Sun kissed, Life bound.

Never have I ever seen such grace, strength, compassion, heart, dedication, support, courage, tears, wears, and unconditional love like that of a mother’s. I do hope that I was well worth it. I love you. — A tribute of sorts to the real super heroes in our lives, our moms. And to all the moms…