In this life, I have died many times. Image captured by me at Green-wood Cemetery, Brooklyn
I finally see the sun through the forest. Slivers of light make their way through the dense packing of the trees. A clearing is in the distance. But—there seems to be a magnetic force around me. That’s what it is right? That’s why can’t I step towards the clearing. … what else could be preventingContinue reading “I See the Light But…”
I saw the light with you; but also saw the underworld. We plunged into the darkness, ventured into the unknown. Something about it was so beautifully scary; intoxicating. But it was time to take a break, to embrace the light again. You made your home in the darkness, established your throne.
You know just what I want to hear. You say all of the right things to me but what are words without actions to match? The definition of sweet nothings.
Don’t worry, my quiet and melancholy nature doesn’t always mean something is brewing beneath the surface.
Feelings are just that, feelings. It’s also because of them, that we do the things we do. It’s because of our feelings, our desires for one another, that we hope to execute shared dreams; that we invest and feed each other’s souls. What do we do when it all seems to be in jeopardy? WhenContinue reading “Own Worst Enemy”
So much time spent trying to represent strength, because of fear. Fear of being vulnerable; that somehow vulnerability equates to weakness. It doesn’t. Strength also means being receptive, understanding that emotions are messy and complex. We’re human beings with a penchant for making things harder than they need to be. Photo captured by meContinue reading “What is Strength?”
Sometimes, a home isn’t a home; only a place to rest your head. Shot by me in Crown Heights, Brooklyn.
It’s all unknown, simply left with our desires of what we may or may not want in our lives – present and future tense. Shot by me in Prospect Park, Brooklyn
We all need a support system. Sometimes we shut down and need to be alone; sometimes we need the support of our loved ones. Even if we don’t want to ask. The ones who care about our well being, our mental states. Those who may not always agree with what we do, but are thereContinue reading “Support Systems”
Some days, I’m not even fully sure what the human experience is supposed to be like. Why are we blessed with these brains that don’t serve us to our higher potential?Sometimes I misspeak words, overthink things, get distracted, criticize myself, worry, stress, complicate things, forget. But I have to stay motivated, keep myself focused andContinue reading “Be Kind to Yourself”
Thank you for being you, for unknowingly being a muse, for cracking through my somewhat tough exterior. Thank you for believing in me, for encouraging me to be more active about things I was passive about. I’m still a work in progress, sometimes I fall off, but I think about what you’d say to meContinue reading “Gratitude”
Don’t let self-doubts get in the way of fully achieving your desires. Be fluid, like water. Pic taken by me at Prospect Park, Brooklyn.
Speaking the language of pain, of neglect; longing to be accepted and loved. Fighting this battle has become a pastime, Engaging in scenarios that trigger fears, anxieties, insecurities. Throwing herself into the mix with dysfunctional characters who can’t get past their silly egos; their fragile self-perceptions. But you know, maybe it’s her, Maybe it’s becauseContinue reading “Daily Prompt: Broken, A Battle of Dysfunction”
Life and death, everything is so transient. Pic taken by me in Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn NY
There’s something about the way you observe people, you notice the little things; it intrigues me. Pic taken by me, Prospect Park
Though I’ve been reckless and selfish, our memories are engrained in my mind. Your tender words have been inscribed on my heart; Perhaps they were lies, Perhaps it was the truth that you were too afraid to accept; I hope it’s the latter, no matter how dangerous that may be. Shot by me, NYC.
Shrouded in darkness, the overbearing weight of negativity creeping in like the fog that rolls in overnight. A silent killer, eating at me from the inside. In no time, I got lost in the dense, opaqueness All the thoughts in my mind, obfuscated.
A wolf in sheep’s clothing, that’s what he was. Every now and then you questioned his sincerity, claiming to be soft and tender like the sheep, yet he stepped on you with paws, encased talons ripped your heart to shreds. When aggravated or displeased, he gnarled like an angry wolf, ready to pounce; willing toContinue reading “Daily Prompt: Disappear”
Leave when there’s nothing left to lose. Eventually, you’ll lose your sanity. Your conscious burdened, like heavy snowfall on tree branches.