patchwork

Look at the stitches across my skin. Each is one a different pattern: The teddy bears of infancy and innocence; The bubbles of childhood and optimism; The clouds of adolescent…

Legacy

When we fade into the darkness, who remembers us? Are we nothing more than the dust we return to when our time is up? I remember when I was young,…

Abnegation

“Lose yourself in the art of selflessness,” they say. Lose yourself in the art of forgetting yourself by dedicating your heart to the meek, the poor, the hungry, the homeless,…

hear

Her eyes are a festival of warm tears; her ears are a melody of cold fears,for the aria she once heard has turned black—black as a tire that has hit…