Destroy a shadow by casting a light; lingering in shadow lets darkness ignite.
Awareness is always changing, influenced by growing older and the introduction of coloring in the lines. Soon, by believing that lines must be straight, boxes must be cubes, and colors cannot run, the world becomes black and white. Our paintbrushes become pens and...
His spirit is fraying, shedding firmaments of darkness in his path. It sticks to the soles of his love ones’ feet as they follow him in faith. Unknowingly, they become stained by him; they will be haunted by the opaque water that runs down their bodies into the...
It is said that sometimes the only thing left to do in a horrible situation is to laugh in order to stop yourself from crying. Yet, there are many times where we laugh so hard that we begin to cry. What a paradox, the marriage of sorrow and joy.
The sound at the end of sound is silence; so much is said without saying a word.
There is a heightened awareness of the piercing cold as the snowfall numbs your senses. The wind violently reminds you that you are in its icy tundra, away from all the comforts that previously kept you warm. The ability to see ahead has begun to slowly deteriorate as...
Lost in the woods for what felt like decades, he emerged expecting to be a butterfly. He was told tales when he was a child about a wide-eyed adventurer plunging into the forest with only bravery and coming out a new person. When he emerged from the forest into an...
There are nightmares that materialize from the twisted hearts of ill minds who cast shadows to blind the intentions only an innocent would find. It’s the dreamer of horrors who lead secret lives that thrive on demise as they indulge in cruel fantasies, telling...
Tears smeared her mascara and etched the script of an emotion she tried to hide from him. As he continued to berate her with words that pierced like knives, she tried to speak with words unbroken through broken breath. Never show weakness in the face of adversity her...
The shadows on the ground reach across the black top Like a hand on a clock The sun begins to set on a silent tick toc © MMXV Richard Nixon