You & A Dream

The truth is I don’t remember my eyes shutting or how I entered this other world where fantasy and reality swirl in dizzying speeds but this road leads me on and on until I saw you coming along for the ride I had grown so used to that my own subconscious keeps a little fragment…

#whatIfeelwhenIrun

Inspired by Sung Kang’s #whatiseewhenirundaily series, except I don’t run daily.   Disclaimer: highly experimental piece (as I venture into new writing styles)   Four in the afternoon, the sun in full bloom, my desire to run as blue as my pair of shoes, but still I go, phone and keys jangling in tow, as…

The Art of Staring out the Window

It’s funny how windows, glass panels, plain viewing screens, insignificant as they seem, are that by which much of life is gleaned, made more attractive by the pelting rain that turns you introspective as your vision swims, twisting, turning, like the zigzagging droplets making their journey from top to bottom and bottom to obscurity; just…