I looked at my lover; adrift with the tide, unsure of which path to choose. I said to him:               Take this train,               ride on,               go find yourself,               go find where you belong.               You will know,               whether to build a new path,               or tread the old. He bowed his … Continue reading Go


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