In every interaction Is a kernel of your truth To converse is to find each one Until you know you
In every interaction Is a kernel of your truth To converse is to find each one Until you know you
I see the space behind the lines.Does it fill the page or do these words fill it?One does not look at the space that is behind lines.Nevertheless, I write because I have something to say --Today, I felt something very strong, like:Kites, swimming through the sky on a windy day.Neighbors, walking by and smiling our …
I have just as much of a right To walk the streets at night And not fear the potential of death, Or random acts of violence Which come with being alive. And I have just as much of a rightTo speak up for my rights Fear not the risk of retaliation Nor the salvation Which …
Is it a result of my own actions, the consequences of which remain unbeknownst to me that I live in this quintessentiality? My luck, not to be reckoned with - For it continues to beckon my patience - Its tolerance degenerating, and my threshold for it is shaken, as I persist through this reality. In …
I feel as though the dark of the night lay cast his shadow over me. And as the daylight fades, I can sense the wind of the tide from miles away.And as it takes me with it, slowly and gently - I can feel the force of the sun fading with it. The further apart …
The doctor wrote me a note that day… (not something I thought I would ever need again after finishing school). The note said something along the lines of, “under no circumstance should she be allowed back to work in the next 7 days until she comes back the following Monday and is cleared after re-evaluation.”
We are Dynamic. Every minute we remember To breathe, We are living. We are Changing. From one instance To the next, Time is passing. Amassing, To all the moments We felt alive - Simply to feel it once more -Just one more time. If only it could be real. But it is not Because it …
Their friendship served very little purpose past the one of keeping each other company. It was a friendship based solely out of necessity - not love, nor any common ground – but simply a mutual understanding of one another’s circumstances. They each had something the other needed – not wanted. It was theirs to give …