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Relationships; real and fictionalized. 

The man at the magazine stand across the street from the office who lets me plug in my moped to charge. He knows I used to drive a blue moped with a boyfriend on the front of it and that now I drive an old army green moped with a missing mirror. 582 more words



I was just blankly staring in front seeing faces of different colors passing by at the blinded window. The churning sound from the vehicles sliding along Scotts road. 469 more words


The Siesta...

The idea of this blog originated over one of  the dreary summer afternoons that have a unique quality of being ruthless and yet so silent, slowly gulping away every little drop of moisture in the air. 182 more words


ode to common things

in the depths of forgetfulness.
I pause in houses,
streets and
touching things,
identifying objects
that I secretly covet;
this one because it rings,

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Personal Life

Saturday Afternoons

You are the books you read the films you watch, the music you listen to, the people you meet, the dreams you have, the conversations you engage in.

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Such Lazy Afternoons

This was supposed to go here on Saturday afternoon. Turns out it was a lazy afternoon after all.

I was supposed to be in a different city. 278 more words


Pouring Peace

I just see the golden light of this afternoon, and I want to capture it on a page. A photograph will not do it justice, but it is a just a glimpse into how I see peace—it is an abstract idea, yet I can see it. 287 more words