prose – Write, Live and Love

Dear 2020..

(A letter to the year that I thought would break me…) You were not what I expected. I realized that I didn’t want you. As the year progressed, you did not meet my expectations. You brought me pain. You brought heartache. You brought death. You brought tauma. You brought unspeakable disaster. You brought pandemic. You…

Day 3: Skin Intolerance

A prose about Skin: My skin….is tired. My skin feels powerless. There are people in this world, who have depleted my skin of its beauty, shine and luster and replaced it with sorrow, shame and insecurity. My skin has seen it’s impact on this world, this cold world with a cold soul. It brings fear…

Home

It’s not the street I usually go down, but for some reason, that day I turned down a different road. Today of all days, this road caught my attention, more than it had in the past. It was more appealing, more attractive, and more noticeable and I couldn’t take my focus off of it. I…