lucidity in the madness of the moment
i feel like I am a trainwreck waiting to happen. let me correct that: i feel like i am a trainwreck happening in slow motion. it feels like every day, a little bit of me is crumbling into pieces. i have been sick- not continuously- but in periodic frequency even though it now looks like [...]
Posted at 1:34 pm on January 18, 2012 | leave a comment | Filed Under: her and me | Tagged: crisis, future, happiness, rat race, satisfaction, work | read on
Sweat
Miguel, If I have to die a thousand deaths, let it be tonight. I could still smell the aroma of your breathe, of how it enveloped me as you breath me in and out. You smell of April mornings, of late breakfast in bed and lazy afternoons. You are my addiction, Miguel, a perfume to [...]
Posted at 6:54 am on December 3, 2011 | leave a comment | Filed Under: letters to miguel | Tagged: fiction, imagination, letters, stories | read on
