Books, a Problem Solved
Books are almost an afterthought, tucked away in a forgotten corner. The corner next to a few pieces of mismatched luggage and partially used bottles of shampoo and hand soap.
Resurrection
In search of a saviour
they look to the father
to forgive their sins.My childhood will never happen again
Yet, the thought of missing this place lingered like a leech, sucking the life out of me. How could I miss something that hurt me?
A Hermit’s Encounter with a Prince of Coffee
I followed the trail of chocolate and cherry notes,
without knowing where it would take me.
What lay ahead at the end of this path?Time And Place
for that was the charge
against him.
If he killed,
it seems
it was a soldier
out of placeUnrequited Love Confessions, 2.
Have you ever been in a case of love where you try to stay away from the person and all that you’ve been feeling, but still fall for them the same way?
All I Had Were Crumbs
I tend to pick up on the smallest cues of concern, of what was said and done to me..
not because I’m too sentimental or cliché,
but because I only knew of it in tiny portions.Looking Back, A Bad Idea
I remember enough to know none of my teachers ever thought I should be a doctor, or accountant, or lawyer, professional athlete, civil servant, grocery store cashier, or railroad worker, bricklayer, bartender or bus conductor
I remember being called slow
Slow… a word that defined me,
that continues to haunt my being.
Slow… a word ingrained in every shard
of my psyche and my body.
