To find the other,. With art covered walls,. And when she lies in bed,. She steps through a picture frame,. To travel somewhere different each night. And she steps between them,. Finding galaxies in gaps,. Hoping for the magic to touch her. Of finding the words,.

Giving myself a good talkin to. Driving here drowsy, and now all along. Seemingly there would be one way to drive through. Driving here lousy, and now all along.

June 25th was Pride 2017 in NYC, and I happily celebrated with my mother, enjoying the bawdy baroque from Company XIV.

Thank you for giving me another day to prove myself. For giving me strength to keep going. For setting people who believes in me. Thank you for giving me hope. Hope that one day I will get through this. For the warm messages that you will never leave me. Thank you God for everything today, tomorrow and the coming days. Thank you for being my light and my way. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,. And sorry I could not travel both.

I started writing as a need to pass in my school subjects, later it become a need to express myself and then a passion. I love writing in whatever format it is, the twisting fonts, the indentation, the unnecessary weight and the perplexing sentences. Is a series of random scribbling, accumulated in form of chapters.

Many emotions ran through me, gratitude being foremost. I was alive because he died. How many others were alive as well, because of the sacrifice of so many men who left their families, left their children, in order to protect them? I was filled with wonder at the beauty, appreciation of the rich history, awareness of how long man had been sculpting out their place in this country and I was inspired.

Someone on the Potomac has gone missing. Like a hideous whip across my back. Hardly sincere with hardly smiles. It might have hurt but. Instead it was felt,. Frisked away in a fumble. The ends of long days. Right in the front room. By the glass door,. The middle of a river. A rock, a rapid,. That the same thing happened. Split a lip a creak.

A BEACON IN THE STORM. AS FLEET AS A LIFE. DREAMING FOR ALL TO SEE. THE BALLAD OF PERCY THE PENGUIN. THE BALLAD OF THE FRIGHTENED EAGLE. THE BALLAD OF THE SKATEBOARDING ANT. THE END OF THE DREAM. THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER. THE BALLAD OF BOB THE BUN. THE BALLAD OF THE COSMIC CATERPILLAR. THE BALLAD OF THE LOOPY HAMSTER. THE BALLAD OF THE SILVER TALE.