The sweetest lie came from my fiancé.

When I met John, he was my oncologist. He treated me like any other patient, although secretly, I felt that under different circumstances, he would flirt with me.

I liked him more than any other blind date my friends had set me up on. He's always well-groomed and surprisingly fit for a person who works sixty hours a week. Most of all, I loved his voice. Ev...

Ordinary day

Caught by surprise, suddenly

The tables have turned

Heavy are the days

Your memory, a heartthrob

Longing to go back

Grief does not decrease

Our capacity expands

Pain remains the same

Learning to forgive

Opening my heart again

Bittersweet feelings

You enriched my life

Thank you for the joyous times

I miss you, dearly....

Elle one was 24 years old the night before thanksgiving. She sat on her bed with pen and paper, pondering the questions “who am I? & what is my gift?”

There was the obvious answer, she was beautiful. Passersby’s dared point it out when Elle walked the streets of Miami. Family members secretly lived vicariously through Elle’s stories.

Elle radiated sensuality and youth. Her beauty was beyond her...

Light it up.

..Th-thump .. th-thump .. th-thump.

Goes my heartbeat.

Pleasure and pain,

Course through my veins.

The crackling of a deep breath;

The result of aging away.

Each inhale’s a wave

Of information,

Telling me a contradiction

Of words that

lead me to the addiction

Of the pleasure in

The expansion of my brain.

And as they say,

I followed the white rabbit

Which led me to

My sane, ...

The attendance of Sleep is as inescapable as air to the lungs.

Being a flirt is much like Sleep - not in it for love or steal hearts - but for pleasing the other.

Drifting to Sleep is as pleasant as a delicate, romantic dance where you know all the proper steps to take while being on a candlelit rooftop with your partner.

Sleep wants to be utterly pleasing to you.

To have you magnetized every ...

The reflection in the mirror is not a pretty one.

Your eyes are saying something that your lips won’t.

You are tired.

You are tired, and it runs so deep within you that you wonder if you have always been this way.

Has it been a decade since you last slept soundly through the night?

I see you, and no, you are not pretty.

To me, you are more.

You are raw, natural, and organic.

The reflection ...

The choice was between college or love, experiences in which your parents neither had.

When you wholeheartedly believe you are in love, it's hard to think straight. It's the sensation that this is a psychedelic dream and nothing matters except meaningful partnerships; it makes you wonder if it's worth it all.

Pulling you was a different kind of passion, a domain that was strange and yet highly ...

“Focus. What matters most to you? Security or fulfillment? You must make a choice.“

Walking out of her therapy session Eva felt woozy. When it came to life-changing decisions, Eva was the last person anyone considered for such matters. She had successfully avoided making big decisions all her life, always leaning on her loved ones to decide for her. If it were up to Eva, she would do anything in ...

Yellow and green, the leaves begin to fall.

Crunch in every step the colder it gets.

Looking for deers and finding none.

The plain delight of soaking in the sun.

Seasons transition is so evident.

Nature never hiding its downfall as we watch it become autumn....

We all know someone like this. They can be a go-getter or a success in their field of genius. They seem to have it all together.

You will think, “I just met the happiest person in the world!”

Let's make something clear, happiness is relative to each individual. You, being an individual, have your own definition of happiness. And yet, we all have that one person we see who continually seems to b...