Something like Poetry

Hope

Someone once told me, our hearts are nothing but mirrors that reflect each other. That we are all in search of, bodies with souls that one day may complete one another. Oh we do meet every other day, when you and I cross roads outside our favorite landmark. I do turn my head today, hoping… Continue reading Hope

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Original Writings

Josie and I

The oldest memory that I remember or have of Josie Salem is the one from 9th grade. I used to be this overweight, fourteen year old stout kid, who wore his pants high-waist, and combed his hair sideways everyday of the week, and who didn't think twice about my crooked spectacles, because appearances hardly mattered.… Continue reading Josie and I

Original Writings

Letters to Felicity (I)

Dear Felicity, Today I took the 13:15 to the call center that I work at. It's usually a half hour ride to the city from my hometown, and I normally get to cover the 2 to 8 shift. It's not exactly the best, but it's either this or the night shift, you see. And I… Continue reading Letters to Felicity (I)