In this life, I have died many times. Image captured by me at Green-wood Cemetery, Brooklyn
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 be strong, when maybe we’re afraid.Or unsure.Or because we fear being vulnerable. But what if being strong also means being receptive?Understanding that emotions are complex and sometimes messy.That it takes strength to sort through these feelings and understand them better.As humans, we have a penchant for making things harderContinue reading “What is Strength?”
Trying to make sense of things and it just never happens.Some days or moments, I’m spared and can feel pure elation, happiness.Some days or moments I feel absolutely weary. Photo shot by me, Prospect Park.
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. We’re simply left with the desires of what we may or may not want in our lives – present and future tense. And then we make decisions. Shot by me in Prospect Park, Brooklyn
A young girl from Queens, Central Park was my playground. E, F, and R trains, with direct routes to Midtown, placing you at the entrance or within walking distance. Climbing up and down monstrous rocks and boulders, quite a feat for a child- Rollerblading on paved park streets of concrete, swerving in and out ofContinue reading “Central Park, My Playground”
Slaves to time,a concept thatquietly dictates our lives.Getting things done, while waiting for it to pass,so we can overcome feelings of malaise, and look forward to pleasantries. We anticipate events and outcomes;self-induced anxiety.We live as if time really is a linear conceptBut what is time really?How do you define it? It’s overwhelming,an omnipresent shadow.If there’sContinue reading “In the Present”