my heart beats and is not beaten.

I pressed my head against the marble, seemingly admiring the architecture of the glass building that my own body lacked. My head was perpendicular to my neck. There was no natural arch of my spi...

Why cannot we accept the beauty in things that are short-lived?

Let the spark change everything.
Don't die with it.

I suffer from sleep paralysis. For me, it occurs shortly before falling into sleep or right after waking from dream. I cannot move. I cannot speak. I have minimal control over blinking and breat...

The white cotton softens the last of the sunset light. It's Thursday--his late coming is expected. I prepare for my humble attempt to wait up, and let the television illuminate the "living" part...

I have the rest of my life to be stable.

I cannot wait for the day when a woman teaches a man how to handshake.

Ever notice when you power walk through a crowd of idle or glacial-paced persons, how quick they are to side-step towards the periphery of your path? Move like you need to be somewhere and there...