Night Owl

Half past five.I have never been known to be good at goodbye,perhaps that is why every day I struggle to part ways with the night.Some might say I am too comfortable in the embrace of the dark.I stay up to share secrets with the moon and stars.They have been intimate friends of mine for such a long time,Always I can counton their daily companionship.

Origin Story

somewhere on an islandin the middle of the Caribbean seayou will find three gravesthat tell the story of a broken familytorn and devastated by civil warlike the country they called home they were called “gusanos”“worms” is what it meansthe name for known rebelspersecuted by men in uniformfor not sharing their ideologyuprooted like a palm tree from the home…

Natural Habitat

“You really do belong here”he said to mecrooked grin on his facehazel eyes fixed on minecheeks flushed from the sunglow on his skin from its light“it’s like your natural habitat”he continued where he left offhis hands on my waisthis forehead against minemy arms wrapped around his neckquietly treading watersoaking in the momentthe happiest we had…

Memories

You are the lead character in all my favorite memories.I keep our stories boxed away on the top shelf of my brain,in safe keep, just out of sight from all the clutter of the day to day.But not so far out of reach, so that I might still always have their comfort on the occasional rainy day.I can…