Thursday, January 23, 2014
Thursday, November 07, 2013
Saturday, July 28, 2012
Friday, July 06, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Every now and then he comes to occupy my thoughts and dreams like he’s there. Every now and then I relive his tragedy and remind myself of the glorious life he lived to solace the sadness at the end.
I watched how he willed a dying flower, cut from its mother plant, to live. Every morning he would water and replenish it, until even the pink slowly seeped out and turned into a peaceful white. I watched how he slowly became a prisoner in his own body. I watched how his great mind was fighting and quickly failing. I stopped watching and only listened. Now I wait for him in my thoughts and dreams.
Friday, January 06, 2012
There is no place on earth where I feel safe and secure like when Im surrounded by my homeland people. It might be dirty, with poor services and have people who stare unashamedly but I feel home and hugged constantly by love.
The holiday spirit may have blinded my senses slightly..