I am a piece of art, a dirty one. I got several colors you may not understand. I have several lines no one seems to realize. Yet no matter how filthy I may be, I still love the intricate piece of art in me. He threw a yellow to my canvas, someone threw in… Continue reading Dirty Piece of Art
These past few days has been so challenging for me–I was so negative, so down, and envious. I kept on comparing myself with others for all the things I felt I didn’t get. Just then I realized that this is me, and living a life of envy and enmity is a futile endeavor. Then I… Continue reading #NotetoSelf: Envy No More
There was silence, none else but me
Sitting on the rock of yesterday.