Dawnbreak
The dark hour goes out, washing away and leaving me behind. A husk, I cannot dream of a time when I can rest. Every night welcomes the tale of the awakened, whose mind toils away, a labor of pain and suffering that yields no fruit. Voices and music invade the plane of sanity and conscience, garbled and twisted like a vile concoction that I have to drink. There are no good thoughts in this realm, no hope and no reason to keep going. There is only a yearning to sleep.
Letras en el Tintero
El tiempo y la experiencia otorgan perspectiva, y guardarse lo que se siente no ayuda. A la hora de escribir, hay que escribir.
It’s Not You, It’s Life.
When life gives you lemons, make lemonade… but how many lemons can you possibly handle on a daily basis?
La Noche Buena*
He aquí la historia de Fulani, miembro de la diáspora, y ejemplo de lo que muchos vivimos al abandonar nuestro hogar.
I Fake Smile
We are prisoners of a ruthless system that eats away at our sanity without blood.
I Welcome Death
Let me go with dignity.
A Letter to the Paragon
People can be inspiring to others, gleaming in the light of righteousness. How much of this is a testament of character? How much is merely an act?
Mother Earth’s Suicide
Our place in the planet is a blessing to us, although the cost of our life may very well be a curse to Mother Earth.
The King of Fools
Life is short and filled with wonders. Yet for so many of us, it is a list of things that must be done.
We call them witches
A brief take on the existence of witches.
Wasted Potential
A glance at the mind of one who has spent their life at the service of others, at a terrible cost.
To You
A letter from the heart to that one person who has always been there for me.