In her quest for happiness, Diomeda once borrowed a leaf from Doctor Faustus’ pages and sold her soul for a bed of rosses. She held hands with Zeus and slow-danced to his tune under the fleeting moon’s shadow. Like a flower, she beautifully blossomed into his most favorite kind of sin.
I have days when I wake up happy. And days when I wake up sad. I have moments when my mind is so consumed by stories of people who have never existed, yet are alive in my head. Worlds unknown consume my being, familiar faces of strangers I have never met beckon me and insist I release them to the world. Shadows follow me in both light and darkness. Continue reading →
Life is what happens when you’re not updating your Facebook status. When you’re lying on the cold floor, your feet against the wall and your mind consumed by the alternate universe that exists in the words before you. When your lover shows up at your door unnanouced, unkempt hair and a shy smile – a portrait of self-awareness that’s quickly erased by a simple kiss on the cheek. You look beautiful, he says.
Life- it’s in the fleeting smiles, the unrestrained laugher – wild and free, when you hold her hand across the table and she places the other over yours, when she unexpectedly cries because she’s just too happy, when she appears before you in nothing but your dress shirt and beckons you to her, when she comes apart in your arms because that’s the only heaven she’ll ever know. I love you, she says.
Life – when you sit with her in silence yet it’s the most filling moment of your life, when promises are unspoken and a heartbreak looms over you… Still, you keep living the best version of your life because tomorrow is never promised to those who wait for life to happen. They create the moments. They embrace the silence. They shout at the top of their voices. They make mistakes. They fall. They get up. They learn. They love again. So let’s live, they said.