When the morning comes, open the windows and let the light fill in the spaces and cracks that used to be the safe abode of unpretty things we’ve learned to love in… Continue reading
So we wait and we wait, but only to be left over and over. This is my most fervent prayer– that our keepers will always come back home to us, that our lovers… Continue reading
Unlike everyone else who spends summers in beaches, I use the 40 degrees Celsius days drowning in the cold and dark abyss that is my own stream of consciousness. My mind is a generator… Continue reading
Hello, my lost girl, how have you been? I hope you haven’t forgotten the boy I still am– the first who loved you, the first you loved back, the boy who loves you… Continue reading
It may be a little late for this, but here’s my new year wish: I hope you find many beautiful things– In yourself, in others, in whatever resembles happiness. So here’s to new travels, new… Continue reading
Did you become everything we have always hoped to be? If yes, then I’m proud of you. If not, I forgive you. I forgive us..
In case we don’t chance upon each other, I promise to forgive you. And I’ll forgive me too. In case we don’t chance upon each other, this will remain true: more than stars and rabbits, I have loved you.
It’s so easy for the world, the reality, to discourage you and to say you can’t do it. Always go back to that moment that made you fall in love with what you wanna do. Make sure you are really grounded in what it is that you love, so when doubt seeps in, you can push it aside.
Once upon a time… (Yes, let’s start the story with that. Why not? All happy endings begin with once upon a time anyway.) Let’s do it again, shall we? So once upon a… Continue reading
It was midnight. Fifty firetrucks tried to save a lifetime’s worth of tremendous love, but they could not. Hush. No, grieve. Grieve. The wailing sirens understand. Our cherished past is now only dust.… Continue reading
There will be years when breathing comes close to breaking, when home seems far from your own skin. Courage. Let the world get all you have until what’s left is only what you refuse to give away. You… Continue reading
Some flowers and a bottle of wineFor all that is beautifuland all that is gone.
They were only a few hours away from home– from a great love that has gone wrong. Isn’t it more comforting to measure distance by comparing different time zones?
In celebration of the National Arts Month and Valentine’s Day, I asked my friends to help me love better what I’ve always loved most: poetry. The game’s pretty simple: give me a word… Continue reading
I hope some time within this year you wake up one fine morning and manage to tell yourself you’re proud of it all– the times when love that was right became wrong and… Continue reading