All mixed up

I fell asleep in his arms. His embrace was warm and inviting, like a home I didn’t know I was craving to go back to. I never fall asleep, and yet, I did. The temporary rest of the night that is awarded to so many is ever-elusive for me, more so in the company of someone else. For years and through so many partners, nighttime has been somewhat of a nightmare for me. You see, they easily fall into…

Amidst the bustling art community, two souls found solace in their shared passion for creation. The man, an enigmatic painter, carried the weight of depression on his weary shoulders, while the woman, a skilled sculptor, wrestled with the grip of anxiety in her trembling hands. Both seeking refuge from their inner turmoil, they gravitated towards each other like magnets drawn by fate. In the…

“You can’t possibly be real” The phrase echoed on his mind as the sound of the waves crashing on the shore filled the space around him. The sea stretched in from of him, infinite in its vastness. The sun setting low in the horizon cast streaks of orange and gold, pinks and purples, and every share of blue. He sat, silently on the bench, while darkness crept, outside and in. That phrase that was…

Four years yearning for your touch, for your lips on my skin, the increasing desire to feel the heat of your body on mine. After all this time you are finally mine and I am yours. It feels like I dreamt this moment every day until today. And even so, I feel in a haze, a wonderful, dreamlike haze. Your touch cannot compare to my imagination, for my thoughts fall short on the reality of you. The…

Myth has it, that long ago, the old lunar matchmaker, used to tie a red thread around the finger of those destined to meet one another, in special circumstances of their lives. The two people connected by the thread were destined lovers and no matter when or where they were connected to each other by the thread and eventually would find one another. The thread, it is said, may stretch or tangle,…

I have spent the most wonderful weeks here. This place has brought me the peace I needed, the silence I craved and the healing my soul demanded. I had a dream the first night I was here. In it, a man surrounded in white light held his hand out to me, a smile on his face, warm, loving, seductive, inviting me to go with him. He stood out in a crowd of people and said, “are you ready”, I took his…

My stomach hurts, I am nauseous and I have a headache from all the drinking last night. Even walking hurts. I am making my way down the hallway to where the door to my office stands. I take one slow step after another, the exits signs on the roof, not 5 feet distance from each other, taunting me, mocking my miserable existence, daring me to turn left and take the stairs out of this forsaken…

Him: You sound like you’re saying goodbye. Her: Maybe I am. Him: Why? She looked at him tenderly and extended a hand to caress his cheek, a sad smile on her lips. Her: you know why. Him: it’s not fair. Her: I never said it was. He held her hand in his and closed his eyes, to feel the warmth of her hand, of her touch. Him: I need you. Her: no you don’t, you never did. Him: How can you say that? She…

I am a survivor.

I am the offspring that survived growing up in a broken family and I carry my scars skin deep, just like my siblings. I am a child born of greatness, of wonder and creation, I am the child of two who left their mark in this world early in their time. I grew up within a circle of praise, but that praise was never for myself, nor my siblings.

We were the blank canvases that one day…

It always started the same way for her, a sort of obsessive routine before finally tracing that first line on the canvas that would become the basis of a magnificent work of art. Painting to her was more than just a motion, more than colors on a series of threaded lines forming the blank page of her creation, it was movement, it was love.

You would find her in her studio just as the first rays of…

Rite Of Passage "Today is the anniversary of the day you almost died..."

Today is the anniversary of the day you almost died.

I am sitting in this room, looking at the blank walls, thinking of today and what it means for me, what it must mean for you. A year ago, I was standing in a puddle of your blood, thinking to myself that it was over. I remember that look in your eyes, which seemed to echo the fear and horror felt by a thousand souls in an instant. Your still…

It is time I wrote again… That phrase echoes in her head, and she knows it is true, but as she sits in front of the computer, the cursor blinking, and not moving, she also knows that it is impossible for her. She has many ideas of stories she wants to tell, some of them from start to finish in her head, and she is in love with them all, but the moment she sits to give them life, her mind becomes…

“I am tired Teri, I am just so tired”

Nyam laid in bed whispering to a sleeping Teri next to him. She looked so peaceful, so calm. The years passed had been good to her, she had aged so gracefully, so beautifully. Him on the other hand, not so much, though Teri insisted he looked as handsome as ever. He reached out and removed a strand of hair from her face, the same strand she always tucked…

‘Good afternoon, Teri, I am Dr. Morgan, I am an acquaintance of Dr. Carol your previous counselor.’

Teri didn’t bother looking up at the unfamiliar voice, instead she remained seated on the white chair outside the office, playing with the silver band on her left hand ring finger.

‘He is on a business trip this week and asked if I could step in with a session for you, is that okay?’  Continued Dr.…

‘Do you like rainy walks?’ I asked quietly. ‘Only when the mood,is right’ replied Teri in a very intimate tone with a soft smile curving her lips, ‘why?’ she asked forcusing on me. ‘Looking to the horizon I can see a storm coming. The city is nice in the rain; or to say it better, I prefer it more. The street noises are muted, the people that normally rush to everywhere and nowhere are hidden in…

“It never is as easy as they make it look in the movies.” John was, once again, talking to himself. In the dead hours of the night, he would find himself awake thinking of things no man should ever think about, thoughts that if not stifled through some sort of physical activity would cause him to find release any other way he could, usually in a very violent way.

For years he had been careful,…