Rush Hour…

There is something about that ride home in the evening; after a draining day, when you are looking out the window, trying to collect and make sense of all the thoughts running through your mind at that time. You most probably cannot make sense of what you have left behind and are uncertain of what … Continue reading Rush Hour…

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Lachrymose…

I am not who I used to be. I’m different. I’m changed. I’m sorry. I cannot begin to imagine how many times you have heard me say this. For even more have used it before me. Many have used it to win back lost love or to disqualify prior conceptions about their character. We have … Continue reading Lachrymose…

Utopia

I get ecstatic sometimes at the mere thought of thinking; I love the feel of creativity flashing in my cerebral cortex like disco lights on a Havana dance floor; You can almost feel it as it translates and transforms itself into appropriate modes of expression: verbal or non; I like how busy my mind gets; … Continue reading Utopia