What can I tell you about that feeling… That feeling when you are around, when time just stops and every heartbeat is accounted for. When you give one half of that smile and the coolness of the breeze that blows around us just disappears. When we greet each other and make small talk, all the while looking for an excuse for an embrace. When we walk ( Read more... )

I write because…. when the ink scars the virgin paper, it leaves in a mark proclaiming my existence. A mark that wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for me. A mark that tells everyone that I have something to say, and that it will try to stand the test of time. A mark that is an extension of who I am. A mark that is me… on paper.

I write because… words ( Read more... )

When I finished writing The Sculptor's Statue about a year and a half ago, i could not have guessed the impact it would have on me. The circumstances that led me to write that short story are still very much private, but I truly consider that my finest and most honest writing experience.

A few of my friends have read that story but no one ( Read more... )

The thing I love about life is, some things are simple and some things are beautifully simple.

I have realized pretty recently that I am a terrible at choosing gifts for people. For a long time I prided myself on giving very personal gifts... Gifts that the recipient would love to receive but would not expect. Well in the few attempts i have made towards 'personal' gifts I have done a good job... hmmm "Zero" times!

My latest attempt was a ( Read more... )