I, by virtue of my street credentials, have come to learn that the lower you are seated, the hotter it becomes. I don’t know, maybe it’s because you are closer to hell than heaven, or perhaps because everyone seems to be breathing down their regrets and diabetes and nostalgia on you. Continue reading
Her life was blissful because he added a sparkle to it, ever so subtly, ever so lovingly in a forever-and-ever blissful kind of way. Continue reading
He loved her. I swear he did.
She adored him, I can’t swear on this but she said she did.
He sent her a girly birthday gift. She texted him
Aki denks! Continue reading
“It’s over!” he said.
Ice cream. Vanilla.
Lingerie impaled on the beige lampshade. A spider running for dear life.
The taste of the beef burger she had with Ashley over lunch hour lingers in her mouth. Continue reading
I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions. ~James Michener
A distant look fenced in despair stands its aloof ground on his face. It’s the kind of look you see in man who has felt what death is without necessarily delving into its dark realm. A look that has on numerous occasions seen circumstances pull the rug under his feet far too often. A thin film of tears drapes his eyes, his unwavering stare boring a hole through Hakim’s face. Continue reading
Often, what seems an impossible climb is just a staircase without the steps drawn in. ~Robert Brault Continue reading