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…
Tag: Poetry
#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…
Nomadic Affair 