A mess of thoughts, inked through a writer’s block

I have been trying to write. I swear I have tried most possible means. I have stayed up in the silence of the night, waiting for a muse to drift by into sleepy eyes. I have strayed into lonelier dirtpaths, recluse benches, shadowy trees, pitch dark corners, my bed, the floor, upon a table, under…

Tumbling thoughts on a rumbling train

Once again, the wheels screeched along the whistle and rumbles of the train. I waved through the tinted glass to my little sister, expecting her to begin sobbing any moment.  She didn't.  Maybe the tiny girl had really grown up. Maybe her heart is being replaced with heavier emotions bit by bit, and her head…

A midnight musing

I don't have any particular epiphany today. And I'm rather slow with thoughts...but that's alright. Maybe sometimes, life takes time to respond however frantic your breathing might be. ....... Maybe, just maybe, it tries to sleep awake sometimes tries to dream with the eyes wide open tries to reason wild thoughts and tamed emotions with…