Memories and regrets

The next time love comes knocking on my door I won't run. I will sit with it for a short while and see if we can get comfortable.

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People, Places, Time

So you can imagine how hard it was for me. I think that is why it is powerful. Because it has affected my whole life

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I feel scared That maybe I am experiencing this immense joy because I am about to die

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“I found my people.” Say it again please. A little louder this time please. “I FOUND MY PEOPLE!”

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A little while longer In this place of free joy

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How emotions marry material description in this is very lovely. This feels like a sunset and a sunrise at once.


I came here for love but handle me with kids’ gloves. Scared, worried and anxious. What does life hold beyond this dark tunnel? Is the light reprieve or just another opening to a darker reality? If I could I’d leave it all behind but I am convinced there is comfort somewhere I cannot see. Tucked between the cracked walls holding up the refuge I call home. Somewhere unmatched logs are stacked together to keep light away but always a stray sun ray shines through. The broken glass reflects color that bleeds onto the walls splattered with the dried blood of hopelessness.

A place where the waters whisper giddily down the stream. My feet rest on grounds sacred. There are voices shouting endless possibilities, “healing, recovery, friendship, no more loneliness!” They beckon, they call out, they drop loud hints like the billboards selling liquor on every highway. I cannot pretend, they…

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