I danced last night like I was back in the 90’s. I ignored my aching joints and the strain within my muscles as I shimmied to reggae beats and hiphop knocks from a time when my life was less complicated and I was all teen spirit. It felt glorious. This morning, I am paying for […]
It’s strange, this feeling… these feelings that are burning within, from an unknown point, a genesis unfamiliar. You aren’t supposed to paint my insides like this, like you can see clear right through to my depths, my unknowns that I have sought to hide for eons and ages. I thought you were half-knocking, and I […]
Music plays a big role in everyday life. Before my 12 hour night shifts at the ER, I would get ready to some thumping reggae, afrobeat, pop or reggaeton music. I have reminisced about my youth to the tune of those golden oldies. Some songs remind me of my Papa when they play, and others […]
with the same velvet voice that caressed my mind so gently in the quiet blue night, and filled the paranoid corners of my soul with the taste of a feeling long dead, he broke the cracked thread of trust that had glassily formed in my heart
The playbook was written eons ago, actions determined before my birth, evolving over time with situations into this new age capsule that holds no promises of a joint tomorrow, nor any hope for fairy dust and tales
You came to me in my dreams, the night before last. I forget what our tale was that night, but I certainly remember the tale we wove before… Before your sudden goodbye. My broken heart. And the dirt that thudded over you to seal you in forever.
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