The Girl with the Issues & Tissues

I cried profusely that night.  In a stark and cold restaurant, with no other customer in sight.  - There were only - my friend and I. And the conversation was full of sobbing, full of sighs.  - I was the girl drowning in issues,  Gasping for breath, grasping for tissues.  - And the friend was … Continue reading The Girl with the Issues & Tissues

A post about the past

Whenever I don’t feel okay, one of the things I do is to go through my past notebooks. There in the pages are piles of mess.Out-of-place doodles,Unreadable scribbles,unfinished poems,It-is-finished verses,and prayer narratives -usually having tones of frustration,then thanksgiving. It’s amazing how much treasure trove,Our notebooks can hold.So much about the past,I don’t know if they … Continue reading A post about the past