Little Visitors

They say that your body is your home, but in this home, he is never alone. They all come to visit, late at night, uninvited, and always over staying their welcome. The more he asks them to go away, the more they plant their roots to stay.

She has been aware of this for quite some time. Each joke that he makes allows one to escape. She catches them, hoping that they will stick to her and let him be. She tries to be the hero like the ones from the stories that she read while growing up. But she knows the truth. In this world, heroes do not exist – not the way that they are fantasized to be. We are all just scared, alone, and afraid. She is no different yet she attempts to suit up and be the protector, still frightened.

Quasi-Empathetic

Up until recently, The Hunchback of Notre Dame would be the only time anything on screen would move me to tears. I did not cry as Mufasa died nor did I shed a single tear in Titanic – only Quasimodo resonated with me, he not only rang the bells of Notre Dame, but the bells of my heart.

CXM

And to see your happiness

Brings a happiness that I never knew

captured by yellow.

You have found the sun

In your son.

Escaping from our trajectory,

you now orbit around one another

creating an entire galaxy

that I admire

but am not equipped to exist in.

So I exit

as you two collide.

A big bang.

A new life.

On Motherhood

I am aware

that I have the power

to be a mother.

To grant life.

Yet whoever said that life

can only be created through birth?

What about the rebirths that I have fostered?

Are those lives any less precious?

You’re Present, But Are You Here?

I am a firm believer that time manipulation is the most superior power because it obviously trumps the other powers available.  It is clearly a jack of all trades. The other popular powers can easily be defeated through flashing forward to the future, or skimming back to the past. No matter what power, time can find a way to defeat it.

Time is the only thing that keeps us going, and it is ultimately the one thing that stops us. We are obsessed with time. Always searching for ways to do more with less.