When I look back, I realize that there is no sorrow, no regret and absolutely no contempt to hold against my past. I see myself growing into someone I will be proud of once this phase has passed and with this I realize how life is made up of these little fragments that are so […]
Privilege
The sight of a bird looking down upon the travelers lost on the road, that is what my vision can capture The crisp white bed sheets adorning my bed are smoother than the lines upon their young faces The sun shines in my part of the world so that my hair gets rid of the […]
Far Away
Grey furniture in a room full of colorful walls Black being the most significant constant I look at the skies like a naked painting organizing itself by evening, With the last stroke of the sunlight I watch my sins flutter upon valleys with foreign names My body parts morph into my mind I am my […]
Life
Isn’t it strange how we don’t even notice the moon go down on her knees and the sun coming up with its golden stories that the birds chirp across trees and windows and balconies? Isn’t it strange how some flowers bloom today and some wither away simply because it’s not their season? Maybe this strangeness […]
A Sigh of Freedom
The distance is a mist eddying upon my thighs She plays the lyre that resembles eternity Grapes have been growing around my wrists My feet taste like oranges swallowed by the steps they take The portrait of a holy tomb stares at me I feel my shoulders turn into minarets My stomach morphs into a […]
The skies are wilting leaves Today it rains like petals falling from above Flowers of heaven shed their eternity The earth laughs in cyclones and hailstorms When she claps her hands forests are laid ablaze The fire slowly subsides when the windows are shut And doors forget what it was like to be laid bare, […]
Weakening
Teal skies peeling off their skin Their mouth is dripping with diamonds They smell like paradise under the yellow sun The chair is paper, it crumbles beneath my weight My hair tastes of wood Orange juice splattered across the counter A broken hand caressing the flower vase The floor is water and I slip I […]
