Inside the mind of an immigrant
She's a garden of solace with roses as sweet as honey but you will never be like her. She's the ecstasy of desire with blind intoxicationbut you will never be like her. She's the warm breeze among harsh winds of winter but you will never be like her. She has the treasures of knowledgethe mind … Continue reading You will never be like her…
Her name is not Lena but that’s what I’ll call her. She’s my age maybe a bit older. She has blue strands of hair, but her natural caramel is growing through her scalp and you can see it clearly. She has misty blue eyes, the kind that’ll capture your attention in the middle of a … Continue reading The taboo of divorce…
Knock on every door you can! That's exactly what I've been doing for the past two years, but every door I knock on either disappears or it turns to steel. I find myself pounding so hard on that steel door that my knuckles become bruised and my fingers start to bleed. Sometimes I even yell … Continue reading Knocking on closed doors
I'm sorry that the world inst fair
I've created a grave on my own
with misery piling above my soul
