“There are no written ways to arrive at this. Either we jump out of this Uber or we die in here”, my friend Greta texts me. She’s sitting right next to me in the backseat of the Uber that she… Continue Reading →

There are no written ways to arrive at this.There is no map to bring you to this momentFor in this moment, pure and undefined,We find the essence of all that’s intertwined.

A silence that’s louder than any beeps.A feeling so uncertain like no other.A decision that affects not just mine. Memories running rampant.Memories of favorable times.Memories of you running and laughing. My trembling hand I reached out.My thoughts of you never… Continue Reading →

“There are no written ways to arrive at this.” he wrote hypocritically. He is finishing up a paper given to him months ago on an archeological dig he had done and he only started working on it now a week… Continue Reading →

“There are no written ways to arrive at this.”It can described like the aroma of homemade soup, when you’re cursed with a fever .It can described like the feeling of seeing your love.The dopamine, rushing through your veins like dolphins… Continue Reading →

“There are no written ways to arrive at this.”One foot is on the line,The other is already on the way.To the end of beginnings,No more first days.Packed lunches and size two shoes,A school teacher teaching you your to dos. Now… Continue Reading →

“There are no written ways to arrive at this.” Thomas found himself trapped inside a dimly lit storage unit, nestled deep within the woods in the dead of winter. He could imagine the outside, the tree’s skeletal branches casting shadows… Continue Reading →

There are no written ways to arrive at this.No mark on paper could explain.No speck would tell a plan fully set. A bloom of mission— thriving on mental silt,When rains of ink stain paper, hope wilts.A squids last stand will… Continue Reading →

The Emotion in the Written Word There are no written ways to arrive at this.Only the feelings in my heart can write my story. The pages are blank, the book is empty.The lines have no words, the book is empty…. Continue Reading →

There are no written ways to arrive at this.Growing up. I thought just yesterday thatMy Barbie had smiled at me,My Dad was the real Superman,I was the princess of a kingdom that I didn’t quite know of yet,My grandparents would… Continue Reading →

“There are no written ways to arrive at this.” Thomas thought. Hopelessly running from room to room, trying every door, and window. He screamed and yelled hoping that someone could hear him, but his calls were made in vain as… Continue Reading →

There are no written ways to arrive at this,No map, no plan, no path to trace.Only the pounding of your heart,Pulling you in each direction. In the silence the beating is overwhelming,Urging you to make this turn or go that… Continue Reading →

“There are no written ways to arrive at this,” Charles Tully said, “but I know, I know for a fact, Ben’s not… From around here.” It was near closing time at the comic book shop on the corner of Fifth… Continue Reading →

“There are no written ways to arrive at this.”But, the answer is to express by joining handspressed against the keys, my fantasy is expressed with bliss.Sounds push past the warm air of bands. At a young 200 years old, its… Continue Reading →

Dreams of a Broken WidowThere are no written ways to arrive at this.As the words get stuck on my tongue,and all of my feelings seem to be amiss. Whenever I am around you, I feel pure bliss,but your words pierced… Continue Reading →