Looking back at my childhood, I’ve never really liked taking pictures. You stand in place, smile, and then, flash, a
An Introvert makes the distinction between being alone and being lonely Being alone means that nobody is with, and being
A poem on Remembering.
What is progress?
I often reminded by the pitch black sky at 3:00 in the morning just how much time is lost to
If my heart were Congress, it would be a meeting between the lovers and the anti-lovers. The two parties are
Trapped in a bubble of economic sanctity, I watch those around me struggle. Day after day, week after week, friends
I remember one day I was riding home in a vehicle I can no longer describe as working. The ethics
Forgotten voices lost in a sea of corruption, washed up on the shore of forgotten hopes, and left there. No
The one who looks on, not knowing what to do. The one whose emotions blockade themselves. The one who sees