Did you always know what you were meant be? Every now and then, it hits me, that even though I was so painfully introverted I could pass as a mute when I was a child, I always had a lot to say. And maybe the proof is in all the times I was punished for…
Gera got behind the wheel. They were heading back home after spending a full morning, and eventually noon, at Tina’s. On the passenger’s seat, Meena. She sat quietly. Her eyes moving over her right shoulder as she looked at the colorful trees they drove by. From the moment she left Adam’s room, there was a…
Today, I want to share my little blogging space with the writing community, and any creatives reading this. Sometimes I think about how much different things could have potentially been for me if only I had had the right guidance. I’ve been open about how college failed me in that area; how I trusted a…
Some people love so hard the first time they don’t know how to do it twice. Some people are hard on themselves but soft on whom don’t treat them right. Some people laugh when they mean to cry. Some people go to church to seem nice when they’re rotten inside. Some people can’t let go…
When I think back to all I’ve had and how I blew it and the things they ruined, and how hard it can be to repair a feeling so fleeting but so filling, there’s almost always been this culprit and it’s impulsive and repulsive, and most of all, destructive. Some of us inherit it and…
Once upon a time (early 2020, to be exact), about two weeks after being forced to strictly work from home, I found the final piece to an almost year-long puzzle: my day job was an inspiration-killer, artistically speaking. That time when the world around us stopped turning and forced us to do the things that…