not my space

I am not an extroverted extrovert, believe it or not. I sometimes have a hard time believing it myself. But an extroverted extrovert would never feel so overwhelmed by people. So maybe deep, deep down I have enough of introvert blood running through my veins to make me feel uncomfortable in social situations. Or maybe …

p o e m

"When I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide; “Doth God exact day-labor, light …

despite of me

They stand, a bit discolored and bedraggled, outside of my apartment. They are crammed into pots too big and too small, some with not enough dirt, not held up with anything but the will to live. These poor plants have been over watered and under watered, transplanted dozens of times, over fertilized, forgotten, abused by …

run, running, ran.

I have some unfortunate news you may not have agreed with yet, I'm going to die-you are going to die too. This is our curse, our self inflicted burden. We are going to be torn from our living, pounding lungs into nothing. Silence. Tell me, are you ready? Tell me, why did we run, embracing …

it is well after all

After everything --the betrayal, hurt, physical and mental damage, the anguish, cursing, lies, self harm, murder and warring-- after it all, darkness did not overcome. After everything an ever growing light dissipated the dark. Lighting up the world like a baby's first cry; subtle but impactful. A deep shaky breath, an unsteady wail and suddenly …