Fall is a season of exhilarating sadness, a moment in time when we marvel at the radiant colors and celebrate harvest, yet mourn the inevitable retreat of the world back into the ground. Leaves blowing away in the last few days of a good friend/ lover. “At the end of the day, the countryside is…

…he thought back, to every time he said goodbye to her, always giving her a kiss, whether on the lips or on the cheeks, wishing if only just one more time… He was playing in the streets, singing to the passersby. Set up sitting on a bench, an amplifier, a microphone on a stand. The…

i see her in my dreams. it’s where we always meet. when i wake i lose memory of it and i forget what it means to dream. Love is blind. It isn’t until after we fall out of it, do we begin to see clearly again. And so… Do you ever break your own heart?…

Being a player was in the nature, at the roots of the heart. But there was a surface desire for a love story; a stumble that came across accidentally, coincidentally. To make the play of many to be in the play of one. The road of no commitments is a road that is hard to…

The main question lied, how did they both see each other as pieces broke apart. At that place and time, she was the only girl he wanted, and while they were together he couldn’t imagine doing anything other than seeing her happy. Well other emotions too, but she liked being happy. So when she was…

“Dad” “Yes sweetheart?” “What happens after you die?” “…That depends on what you believe sweetie.” “Everyone has a different way in how they see the world. At the very beginning, people believed in gods that ruled the skies, oceans, and many other things because they didn’t know why it happened. Over time it changed as…

He was rushing to the hospital that day. Driving past red lights when no cars were there, honking through passersby, barely stopping at stop signs. Sliding left and right to get ahead of others, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding her hand, which she was squeezing intermittently, holding back her pain.…

it was the last christmas. in which he gave his heart. The fireplace crackled, and the seasonal decorations lifted the air, smells of pine trees and baked holiday cookies was a gift unraveled. A red Santa hat that she wore, decorating the tree; ornaments, lights, the snowy specks. Oh and the star. They liked being…

It was December. Time was coming to a close. As the snow fell, the tree dangling lights filling the streets. Brimming branches of pine and stacks of long wooden trunks. Finding a home. “you said feelings become stories when we forget them. maybe some of them become songs too…” “that would be nice” (doctor who,…

He was playing an instrument softly in the background, in the dancing strings of guitar or the play of keys in piano, singing in a gentle voice to help her fall asleep in her crib. Some nights he cradled her in his arms singing to her, and eventually all he needed was one song to…