Loneliness is our grief breaking through from the marks of our moments where the lights of being heard and loved existed as hopes and dreams but not as our actual experiences of being at home within our own hearts. Feeling homesick for those comforting embraces that...

When authors write their engaging tales, their words inspire us to imagine the possibilities, but when it comes to our own narratives, we are often strangers residing uncomfortably in the embrace of a bunch of colors that express the details of the long stories that...

Today is the current location of the magic of our art as we reside between the downward forces of yesterday’s stumbling practices and the hopeful progress of the tomorrows. The past holds how we have done everything up until this very moment and what we feel we look...

Where there has been an up in our words, there has also been a down living within reach and that comfortable entanglement is the reason why the voices of the yesterdays are some of the same ones we hear and still express today. Simply, there are sheets in our stories...

All journeys have rough spots along their paths but our movements on them are made even harder with the presence of the out of tune beats that also call us home as well as the thoughts that throw shade onto our hopes despite our other ones inspiring us to believe....

No matter their size or where they fall, every raindrop has a place in the evolution of a garden just as each of our experiences has an influence in the unfolding of ourselves. Sometimes that moisture flows to specific spots and we are happy for it to be there and yet...