Words use to follow me when there was red residue on my lips and liquid sloshing around my glass. But then I stopped drinking. Words use to follow me when the creaking of the inside of the moving bus became a soothing lull and I fell deep into daydreams when I was lucky enough to … Continue reading sixteen.
I was told that when a succulents’ turgid leaves start to die, you pick them. When the leaves are dying, the succulent starts to send most of its nutrients to the dying leaves in an attempt to revive them, leaving the healthy ones to wilt. If there is one thing I have fashioned these past … Continue reading sf, chapter five
The problem with my life is that I’m not the competitive type. And in life, you learn that if you don’t step in, they’ll force you to tap out. My uncle was really drunk at my bat mitzvah and started throwing Jordan almonds at me while I was doing my grand piano piece. Wasn’t able … Continue reading V, chapter four.
I grew up reading letters from others about how lonely, lonely can get. What they didn’t tell me was how much I would enjoy it. They didn’t tell me that I would prefer it. That it comforted me, that it let me stay in my own comfort of mind. No one told me that loneliness … Continue reading sf, chapter three | one year edition
I once chipped my tooth on my first trip to Vegas. It was a sky vodka bottle, blue and indestructible. The tooth is still chipped and so is my ego – so, not so sure what I learned from that. I see it in the mirror laughing back at me every now and then and … Continue reading sf, chapter two | film edition
Don’t know why I’m deciding to do this now when I said I would do it when I arrived, like all things. My hair now reaches down to my hips and I feel that it is growing with the ideas that resides in my head. I don’t know what it is about this city that … Continue reading sf, chapter one.