Freestyle writing, aspirational musings, singlehood, living in NYC, home ownership, etc.
The battle between good and evil has ended, at least for the survivors of Oceanic 815. Their journey through purgatory, their supernatural redemption. I’m not sure if I understand, if we’re meant to truly understand. Much of what is experienced in life is left unanswered in death, especially for those left behind. Those still breathing […]More
I must learn to love the fool in me the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. – Theodore Isaac Rubin every action, every decision we make however well-thought […]More
Stinging. Numb. I feel, don’t feel, anything. The crick in my neck twists in angst. My thoughts muddled, everything is unclear. There was a black room, I think. Concrete walls, covered in soot and ash; a breeze low and warm, was I outside at one point? I remember chalk writings on a wall, facing me? […]More