They paint magenta over black skies or pale blue over white clouds. Some painters dab their brushes in magenta skies others in clouds.
somewhere stranded someone's balcony memories undefined, you will find me there stretched naked, doing the Electric Slide, taking morning selfies
I regret every single day I made her cry. I regret being a stubborn kid. But most of all, I regret not spending her last hours with her. You know, the idea of losing her hurts a lot. But that very moment that I lost her, I lost a huge part of my life. A portion of me died with her.
I am a mother, proud. My native numbers are few. In my heart digs many memories forty-one relatives left in 1937.
When the tears fell the first time I wiped them as soon as they touched my cheeks When they fell again I wasn’t as quick to tend to the tears