I dream. I love. I fall. Then... I write.
I read my last post through watery eyes. How the mighty have fallen. That was supposed to be my forever. How did it evaporate?
By Estefy Vasconez7 months ago in Poets
I’ve come to realise my writing is the place where my sorrows go to live. Seldom do I write when my heart is filled with joy and my fingers feel at home intertwined in between yours.
By Estefy Vasconez2 years ago in Poets
You wake up one day, and you are a lucky one. The heavens have opened up and the warmth of the sunshine falls upon your skin. You close your eyes and feel it through your eye lids.
As the situation in Afghanistan develops and unstoppably unfolds, our mere humanity is being brought into question. The world is divided by so many things, I would argue compassion is the most divisive of them all.
By Estefy Vasconez3 years ago in Humans
It is not for the faint of heart to fall in love. The dreaded nature of vulnerability leaves us subject to our biggest fears.
By Estefy Vasconez3 years ago in Poets
"The last kiss I gave you was while you were wearing the yellow onesie with the duck", my mom later wrote to me on a letter sent from across the ocean.
Suddenly, everything turned black. The warmth of her hands wrapped around my waist, pushing me softly against the wall. My fingers became tangled around the golden of her hair.