Unfinished

She opened up her hands and pressed them against the cold tiles of the shower wall. She took in the feeling of the scorching hot water penetrating her back. She rested her forehead between her fingertips. Her body was claiming defeat. She let the tears roll down her cheeks. No shaking, no sobbing, just tears.

Beautiful People Part IV

To have someone who knows how to get you past those superficial problems you discuss to occupy your mind. To have someone who can ask you the right questions and like water rushing past a broken dam, your thoughts and feelings pour out desperately, longingly, relentlessly.

Beautiful People Part III

People often say that the best times are always had with the ones we love. But I would beg to differ. I think the best times are sometimes had when we are sitting all by ourselves. When we are lost in our thoughts, enveloped in our dreams and often enough when we feel that warm […]

Hurricane

Her mind, in a familiar state, was braving a hurricane of isolating thoughts. She thought of a talk she had heard online just days ago. The talk was about shame. The speaker had looked out into the audience and asked who would admit to having made a mistake. The majority of the audience raised their […]