Letter of Apology

This letter is an attempt to offer my deepest and most sincere apology to everyone. It includes the dear friends, the family, and the enemies I made down the road. There is in me a deep sense of loss and grief, as I realize some of the truest and humblest …

Emotions in a Silo

I am seeking the traces of a heart which was opened some time ago. Bending and picking some of its pieces, left in a silo. The thunders and the rain washed away my hopes. I’m driving but I cannot think clearly, not right now. I am scared. I can’t pull …

Hard for Me to Write

It’s hard for me to write when I’m high, or when I’m down. Hard for me when I struggle, hard for me when I’m out of touch with life. Sitting in a corner in my mind, I can only care for so much. The words float, lead me astray; what …

There Is…

There’s at the bottom of the name more than a thousand shames, but no one to blame, no thing to tame. There’s a quietness that endorses the stillness, silences the aloneness; there is a dark marks on a neck, painting time and its futileness. There’s at the bottom ponderous seas …

Slice of Eternity

Another moment that passed by, another slice of Eternity. An endless pit at the bottom of the life center, thousands steps in a frozen sea. Another hit for the narrative to unveil perspectives whence my emotions shift, where so much is so little, and where fixture goes adrift. I wonder how hundreds of waves can be contained …

The Tightrope Syndrome

As I was conversationing (this is a neologism) with my friend J., something struck me, something I wasn’t really able to name at the time; something I decided to call the Tightrope syndrome. Some would prefer to call it “balance”, but I do like the word “tightrope” as it inhabits …

Rites of Passage

Rites of passage have existed throughout centuries across many different cultures; it is a ceremony that employs chanting, ordeals, and traditions, and it symbolizes a transition from one state to one another, from on social status to a different one, from one reality to a different reality. The ethnologist Arnold …

Emotions In a Bottle

Words merely translate our intentions, and as precise as they are, they only are our best effort to guess. Trying to capture the essence of an emotion through a word is as reducing as futile; it seems to me that it somehow denies this self-expression as a whole, as well …

The Freedom Manifesto

Whenever I find myself in situations I think I didn’t really chose, I like to remind myself I can remain free. After all, if I don’t make my choices, don’t I condemn myself to have them made by someone else? The freedom manifesto is here to accept my circumstances, to …