What is the measure of wisdom but the capacity for kindness? Towards oneself more than anyone else. Followed by everyone else. *** I am considering buying a concealer, a new addition to the fathomless sea that is supposed to be a woman's make up kit. It starts small. It starts with a lip gloss. Every... Continue Reading →
A list of promises we must make ⁃ To unlearn the prejudices handed to us by our elders ⁃ To be seen. By ourselves. ⁃ To hold on to our anger and to let it sediment into a China cup. ⁃ To pour that cup away. ⁃ To plant a tree. ⁃ To expand ourselves... Continue Reading →
Your Horoscope for the Week-The neighbour will run out of milk. Therefore, so will you.-Time taken for your smile to reach your eyes = 1.4 seconds-That worry you’re holding on to? Let it go. Trust the universe.-You will burn the dal. It will take you 15 minutes to get the smell out of the kitchen... Continue Reading →
1. Words fell from the sky the fingertips the lips The rain came in spades. 2. You asked me if it was going to be okay. I said yes. You left. 3. Do you know overwhelm? Or fear? Or the waves of hope that crash against the beating of your heart? Making a noise that... Continue Reading →
It was a patchwork evening, the smog of the day blanketed the sky, foggy orange lights lit up the sidewalk where we stopped. You taking cash out of your wallet so I could get a ride home. Me fiddling with my handbag despite knowing I was out. You handed me a note that no one... Continue Reading →
I’m sitting by the phone, waiting to hear from you, my arms droop from the side of the chair as I hold the newspaper in my right hand and smoke a cigarette using my left. There’s a terrible war raging outside and the reports are full of feelings, opinions, and warnings. The struggle, as they put... Continue Reading →
It's all the little things and how they fall into the intervals of day-to-day living, of you and your countenances. They arrange themselves around me, not saying the things I knew you would say because your absence fills its place, being where you may have been, knowing you'd pick this piece or that and sometimes... Continue Reading →
Every morning, she pulls herself out of the rabbit hole, climbs down her bed, and gently lands on her feet. The remains of the previous night are scattered alibi on the floor — worn out stationery, money gone out of circulation, handwritten telephone diaries, the wreckage of old friends. Who made this mess? Where are... Continue Reading →
amarllyis 