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…

Mirage

I stand in a river of happiness. Everywhere I turn, I see my face against the mirrors of smoke, Lips contorted into a smile, when really, it is broke. I…

the carnival

In the night, stars dance across the ceiling as a neon parade swarms the circle. Vibrant diversity rings in each color, in each promenade. A mass of euphoria, of ecstasy,…