don't die in the light.
Growing but hiding in the dark,
all to concede in the sun's eyes.
Inescapable.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Featured Post
I write less now
Sadness was my muse, I lived with her for decades she held me and cried with me in the dark, and I held her close, immortalized her in my wr...
Popular
-
“Hey stranger!” Said a voice from my right side. It was a young man in a white tank top, beach shorts and flip-flops. He had a perfect...
-
(This is an excerpt from 'The Path Not Taken', the last paper submitted for En 101.) My grandmother sits on her La-Z-Boy alone in t...
-
I grew up riding the kalesa. They used to be found everywhere--well, at least in my little Chinatown district called Binondo. I used to ride...
No comments:
Post a Comment