Inside the mind of an immigrant
I'm sitting on the wooden benches, in Astoria Blvd, waiting for the Manhattan-bound N train. It’s so cold outside that vapor comes out of my mouth every time I take a breath. The tips of my fingers are frozen, and I blow into them every five minutes to keep them warm. It's snowing and raining … Continue reading Comfort of a ghost
Sometimes you have no idea what pain someone's carrying, or what baggage they're holding onto, or what demons they're trying to fight. Sometimes life brings you to a point where you're standing in front of the person you thought you knew, but in reality, they're someone completely different. It's disappointing and confusing because they weren't … Continue reading Destroyed by kindness
You know that awful feeling where you cry so much that you can’t seem to breathe, like the tiny molecules of oxygen are clogged in your throat, and no matter how hard you inhale you can’t get the air through your lungs. Your chest aches so bad that it feels like your insides are bleeding. … Continue reading Crying…
I published my first book a year ago, on this very day; I wasn’t thinking right. I published it because I didn’t know what else to do with it. It was like one of those scenarios where you just want to get things off your chest. I wanted to get a book off my laptop. … Continue reading Publishing my first book…
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…
