Deserted…

I was rummaging through some old photographs again, and I realized that at times, my face is just expressionless. No, not that I’m not smiling or enjoying that moment, but at that moment, it seems like I’m in another world. You can see it by looking into the eyes.. that far-off look when I’m physicall present, but soul is wandering…



deserted –
eyes feel but empty
without soul


For the April Heights.


(April 2nd, 2012)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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