Tuesday
An absent horizon. Scent of trouble. It’s raining, again. Continue reading Tuesday
Tag: Journey
Dead Ends
Where will this road pick up again? I should seek a different path, regardless of the terrain. When will the sun smile on my horizon? If I can’t have the sun, then I will take the moon instead. Continue reading Dead Ends
Sunday
Rum and Coke; diluting frosty shards. Taste of reminiscence; scent of delight. Some pencil sketches. Those candid creations. No erasures. Lines forming collaboration. Moment caressing nostalgia. A connected imagination. Colors and shades. A childhood infatuation. Continue reading Sunday
Geography
It was a simple assignment. I wasn’t supposed to stay very long. They said the chaos and frustrations were only temporary. A maddening predicament. They took my trust. In the dead of night. I was left behind. Lost on this deserted terrain. Continue reading Geography
