The world changes, people learn and move up, move forward. She remains the same, unchanged, like stone. Winds bring hurricanes, life can crumble but also be rebuilt- shadows aren’t always omnipresent. She sits still, cold and indifferent, like stone. Each day brings new wonders, there is beauty in freethinking. She can choose to step out … Continue reading Like Stone
I still remember Albert. He was an aged tree. I was a young leaf, blowing over his land. We met once; I sat across from him, heartbroken, torn, seeking answers: Tell me where to go. Tell me who I should be. Tell me who I will meet. And so, Albert asked me: … Continue reading Albert
I see her with my own fearful gaze, looking back at me, a little puzzled, a little suspicious. I stand alone at this empty terminal, with no one else, but her. Who is she? I wonder. But I have wondered. What does she know? I thought I knew, the meaning behind her name. But that … Continue reading Waiting
I walked between one, two, three rows, and found my way out that door, on the last day of biased lessons, and too many favorites. I skipped the celebration - no need to fake happiness amongst empty shells. I found another podium, one far away from these halls that trapped me here for 365 days. … Continue reading Painters and Love Rhymers
I am not perfect - in fact, far from it. Nor am I at all strict - too delicate for it. Yet, not enough to enter heaven's doors, nor worthy enough to walk on your humble floors. Will you forgive me, for everything I can admit to now, freely? I was a ball of fire, … Continue reading Forgive Me
Walk out the door, take my heart with you, while you choose - right or left? I turn back, I look at your empty spot; stark and engulfing. I wonder - right or left? Your right is a great path; one you have treaded for two years, carving your matching initials along the way. She … Continue reading Right or Left?
I met a man by the name of Paul, in a room full of red chairs, down a hall with three closed doors, in a building with hanging purple banners; home to three masters, puppets of these purple banners, followers of anyone with a crown. I earned a pass, a right to enter their closed … Continue reading Redeemed