his gorgeous green eyes,

it’s like getting lost in the tides

I can’t help but feel the tension,

the imaginative relationship between him and I

I need him for life,

I just can’t give up this guy

They say he’s too old, he’s so mature, I’m sure he’s uninterested

Those eyes they blind me, from the boundary line they keep pointing out

I can’t help but be elicited to be so interested...

There she sat in the living room, on her beige and green rocking chair. My lovely mother whose lived until 99 years old and counting. My lovely mother who gave birth to my eldest sister when she was 18 and raised her alone at her aunt’s house because her mom nor the father of her child wanted to except her and her baby. My mom who graduated high school at 19 and graduated college at 25 with her ma...

My oar moving against the waves of the water, pushes me further into the vast of the ocean. I have no idea where I’m going or whether I’m leading myself towards shore or farther from it.

The sky is a dark black with hues of blue and purple. The water, only a reflection of what’s above it and gleaming with moonlight, seems like a never-ending pool of mysteries. One hit by a wave or even one hit by...