Dreams. People say that you cannot die in dreams. They say if you do, you die in real life. Truth or myth? I have no clue.
My heart races as the pages are turning. I paint the pictures. I write the story. With a camera. That is what I do.
Trick or Treat on Halloween Street
The day turns black. The weather succumbs to a chill. Children dressed in costumes. Trick or treat on Halloween Street.
A Recipe Book For Adulthood
All the lessons that my mom teaches me, to help me navigate adulthood, all go hand in hand. They are bound together like a book. A recipe book for adulthood. No one is too old for their mother’s help.
It is the weeds that grow, that crumble. The diseases. Illnesses. Bad decisions. The roots growing inside us. Spreading.
The Thrift Shop Came To Me
My grandma was the type of woman who went from beyond poor to living a comfortable life. She had a husband and three children. Yet, my grandma and my grandpa started out with nothing.
Watching life go by. As if it were a movie. A life-time movie. Watching everyone surrounding me. Watching them move on.
I was always labeled as ugly. Worthless. Fat. Retarded. Untrustworthy. Disrespectful. Selfish. Redefine me. I have always been told how I’m not good enough.