People, crammed into the streets once roaring with bustling horns and hustle- anticipating everything the turn of the clock represents for them. The streets of the city adorned cultures, colors and sexes. We all wanted a glimpse of the marvel of the light show, ready to commence with the strike of midnight.
If you are going through any sort of emotional or physical struggle in your life, know it is okay. Do not let it be the end of you and the judgement of who you are. You are capable of everything you believe..
Please, know there are people out there who will listen to you and love you. Your life is what they depend on. Your own life is worth the living.
“Pretty pretty please, don’t you ever feel
That you’re less than
Fucking perfect..” – Pink.
A fifteen-year-old face, with glistening blue eyes, beaming with the sort of life and love I cannot help but fall for every time I see her. Anne-Marie, one of my clients’ eyes widened one day as she pointed to the speakers and yelled, “This is my song.” (more…)
I feel a sort of unsettlement today. An emotion. One, which may reappear in the same form, or take on another, and occur to me. This evening, I felt love for life, happiness for myself, and joy for the day. Within a few hours and television exposure, I sunk deep in the comfyness of a cloud-like furniture in silenced tears. (more…)
Life’s worth lies within the immeasurable. Sometimes, it takes a journey through materials in physicality to understand the aforementioned.
This is a recital of a poem I wrote a very long time ago, from my first book, and very dear to my heart. No clue why the online- youtube, recital. Nevertheless, here it is.
... I'm not going to be,
all things for others to please
Because when I look in the mirror,
I'd like to see me.
-Impressions, 2004