A Vision

It is in my heart to think how I may envision my own future. Should it be as vivid as my mind attempts to make reality now? I’m certain of what I want. I close my eyes and envision interwoven threads atop grass of a deep green. The sky is overcast, making everything clearer and…

Crown

Wear that crown and wear it proudly. She doesn’t listen to my words because of the friction within her heart. What I wonder aloud, she wonders too; but what I declare she barely feels. Sometimes, her locks sweep past her shoulders–sometimes auburn, sometimes curled. When she cries, her cheeks get pink–a rosy hue the same…

The Nature of Change

Her steps turned to strides the moment her beige booties clapped against the cobbled road. Even her eyes shimmered––like pools of earl-gray brewing under the sun––before the marvelous sights that towered above her. She ducked under a branch stippled with cranberries and ascended the stone steps of the library just beyond. In an untouched corner,…

The New Beginning

At first, it was a delicate blossom swaddled in pastel words and showered in the rays of experiences just beginning. But there comes a time when the petals must splay and the truth of heartbreak, of passion and love, lick the leaves with tendrils of a flame only rising. The heat is impossible, the drought…

Ocean

I was in my seventh year of living, approaching the shore despite the brisk air and harshness of the lapping waves. I’d forgotten how to swim some years prior, but that fact never halted me from breathing in the beauty of the wild waters. The sky was bathed in clouds, like a bubblebath with too…

Passion in Paris

They sit with their backs against the spotless glass, bordering the cafés as if they’ve become one with the translucent substance as they sit. Though, they are not like reflections, but rather the beings who stare at the glass to see through. And even with their bodies benched outside, they watch everyday life as if…

Accepting You

One of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever withheld, was a time where I saw nothing at all. The blackness had enveloped me in its familiar hold and I noticed I no longer cringed at its touch. The beauty of sunrise showered through an open window and my eyes unfolded unto the mesmerizing luminosity. Realizing…

A Recipe for Love

I’ve always dreamed of loving someone who would also love me back. I’ve often wondered how it’d feel to rise triumphant and without ado, if every fiber of my being could be eased by the sight of another. I often wonder if the fear within my heart would cease just by trusting someone’s words. I…

A Talk With Rain

-February 14th, five years ago, my Great-Grandmother passed away. The following tale is a recollection of a day after she went.-  A tear dribbled down my pale skin as I stared outside the translucent substance, hardly breathing. The smooth glass cooled my touch and I could see my reflected self gazing vigilantly back at me….

Teardrops in the Rain

The bitter wind nipped at my flushed cheeks. I could feel my skin paling from the exposure to the winter air whilst my body trembled at the sight of the varying hues of gray that hung above me. My hair whipped across my face— locks of mahogany silk temporarily blinded me as if the air…