Despair isn’t a one feeling show. A single color. A solo word. A sole moment.  Nor one of a kind. As a darkness that doesn’t watch its mouth even in the light. Love isn’t a single proof of something. A monochromatic approach. Equally yoked everywhere. Congruent…

Words hold the power of the writer. Made through lists honoring the details. Known and unknown in both love and hate. Embraced, this way or on that path. Blurred in the gaps of confusion and pain. Adapted for and left out of consideration. Sewn by presence and…

There is a particular word over here. It doesn’t wait for some moment.  Doesn’t care about the weather. Doesn’t know moderation. Doesn’t care what it represents. And it doesn’t fear the dark. Now that word is over there. Still not focused on some moment. It…

Feelings are felt. Reflections occur. And hope steps in for wishes to make a difference. But nothing changes, and so the argument continues. Another day has passed. There are occasional curves. And the house shutters the sorrow. But nothing changes, and so the…

Some words are seen far more often than what they’ve actually done. Playing with bits of life. Applying assumptions along the way. Louder than they should be. Better at gathering rain. Even at times confusing love as the villain. Some words are seen far more often…