The way we ended was too familiar and for that I blame myself. I blame myself for listening to your carefully crafted sentences; you said stopping communication when you left would feel “inorganic”. What I refused to hear was your intent to slowly disappear over the next 4-5 weeks so your hands would hold no [...]
Category: personal essays
Heart Chakra
I sit in my room holding a gentle pink rose quartz to the left side of my chest. The left side of the chest contains a muscle so strong that it not only instinctively fuels every other muscle, tissue, and nerve but it also houses an array of emotions as well. Deep breath in through [...]
Author Of This Romance
Every story has authors and characters; you were the author of this romance. You initiated this romance at World Pride in New York City, a day spearheaded by happiness and friendship. A day accentuated with no only love for yourself but for the community as well. A day celebrated by a love cultivated over decades [...]
April 8th
April 8, 2016 That’s the day my heart broke. Broke doesn’t even seem to begin to describe how it feels in my chest. It’s almost like someone put a shotgun to my heart and blew the middle right out of it. My heart is still standing but there’s a lot missing. All the missing [...]
Use Me, Use You
Moving to a new city, starting a new job, making new friends; everyone knows that that this is truly difficult. But what people remember about these experiences is what happens in the movies and not what actually goes on in this new millennium we live in. No one moves to a new city and doesn’t [...]
Half-Truth
It was a Tuesday night toward the end of February, Eddie was gathered by two of his best friends at a house that wasn’t his nor theirs. A house encapsulated by trees, and for this evening a fortress for his heartache. A place where he could hide from the pain that would come tomorrow, next [...]
Love to Me
As I cried my self to sleep last night I tried to remember what love looks like. My vision was blurry filling to the brim with water so I turned to my memory. Love to me has never been just one person. Love to me is all of my friendships. Love to me is my [...]
Colder
*one unread message* For a moment I'm special, and in that moment I feel as if I could fly, but time passes and so does your mind. It passes from me and my Instagram DMs, our two-sided banter, to a dead space that only I feel. I'm sure your mind has moved onto a new [...]
If You Left It Up To Me
When we look at the world and look at the lives we live, an authenticity has been lost. We are in autopilot, pursing mundane tasks and pushing aside the things that fuel our fire. In other words, growing up SUCKS, and in the process, most of us have forgotten how to dream. How sad is [...]
The Waiting Room
The waiting room is bland, almost resembling that of an airport terminal. Splashed with drab gray-colored walls and pale, sputum yellow airport chairs. All concessions present but already closed for today. Just multiple rows of chairs and enough room in between for pacing. The “waiting room” game is never a game that is intentional or [...]
