She wasn’t much of a breakfast person. However, today she brought an egg sandwich with her as she stared at the river. It was all so peaceful. Today she was going to start anew. She would try new things. Bring a news lens onto the world. Her shackles […]
She was a suburban woman. Had spent majority of her home and work life there. Now, she made a huge change and there were numerous butterfly effects. Today she could fly a bicycle and land it on a wall. There really wasn’t much she couldn’t do. She was […]
Things often need to fall apart and fall down in order to feel empowered. A tree had fallen in their courtyard but there was not much to say about it. Stuff happens. She herself had fallen recently and yet she felt like a champion. You have to get […]
She was walking briskly down the streets with both phones in hand. She then heard a cry for help but she could not tell from where. It seemed as if her phone was whistling to her and advocating for justice of some sort. She looked up and saw […]
What do you make of freedom when it stares you in the face everyday? She could only repeat that question to herself as she did her daily routine. Run, smile, greet, and meet. Behind it all was just a lingering doubt and pinch of pain. Occasionally, life liked […]
Her eyes were large saucers of tears. Mostly salty with a sprinkle of oregano. She wiped at them quickly. No one could see them. No one can ever see it coming. She thought of how we are knee-deep in a world being depleted of dreams. She didn’t want […]
Cookies. Yum. But bad. Happy but sad. She loved baking them. But she couldn’t eat them. Everytime she went to take a bite, tears would start streaming down her face. She was reminded of how she would bake with her loved ones. Now, she baked and there was […]
Orange was her favorite color. It was fairly well known considering she had a 1,001 orange purses and scarves. It was sweet. She had been nice. Her passing at such an early age devastated many. She had felt the pain. These orange snow-capped flowers pushed that pain back […]
She was waiting. Everything was so slow these days. Even those things that were to be rushed went at a snail’s pace. Then again what would be the point in rushing if you just hurried up to wait? None if it mattered, anyway. You rush to become dirt. […]
Wait. Wait. Wait. Everyone is in a hurry. Everyone has to wait. Sip some water. Tap the fingers. Look around. And, wait. It was all part of some hunger games context. Zero sum game. Everyone looking out for themselves. She was tired of that perspective. But what was […]
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