Central Park, My Playground

A young girl from Queens, Central Park was my playground. E, F, and R trains, with direct routes to Midtown, placing you at the entrance or within walking distance. Climbing up and down the monstrous rocks and boulders, quite a feat for a child- Rollerblading on the paved park streets of concrete, swerving in and…

Flooded Waters

It was too easy; the lies rolled off your tongue like flooded waters. Something once peaceful and refreshing now a messy nuisance. The water expands, the salt corrodes, everything is damaged in its wake.

Be Kind to Yourself

Some days, I’m not even fully sure what the human experience is supposed to be like. Why are we blessed with these brains that don’t serve us to our higher potential?Sometimes I misspeak words, overthink things, get distracted, criticize myself, worry, stress, complicate things, forget. But I have to stay motivated, keep myself focused and…

Gratitude

Thank you for being you, for unknowingly being a muse, for cracking through my somewhat tough exterior. Thank you for believing in me, for encouraging me to be more active about things I was passive about. I’m still a work in progress, sometimes I fall off, but I think about what you’d say to me…

A Summer Storm

An ombré of yellow into grey, lightning bolts pierce the sky. Flashes of light, heavy water droplets thrown from the heavens, clouds clash and the grounds rumble. It’s a summer storm, one of the best kinds.   Pic taken by me, Brooklyn New York

To be like water

Don’t let self-doubts get in the way of fully achieving your desires. Be fluid, like water. Pic taken by me at Prospect Park, Brooklyn.

Transient

Life and death, everything is so transient.   Pic taken by me in Greenwood Cemetery, Brooklyn NY

Observation

There’s something about the way you observe people, you notice the little things; it intrigues me.   Pic taken by me, Prospect Park  

The Burden

Leave when there’s nothing left to lose. Eventually, you’ll lose your sanity. The weight of the lies and manipulation, burdens your conscious like heavy snowfall on tree branches.

NYC Summer

Inescapable heat intensified by concrete and steel. Throngs of people crowd the streets, dirt envelops all surfaces, the scent of rancid garbage permeates the air. Despite it all, the rain is beautiful on a steamy day; the petrichor feeds my soul and relief has washed over my body.    Pic taken by me at The…

In the Present

Slaves to time, a concept that quietly dictates our lives. Getting things done while waiting for it to pass, so we can overcome certain feelings, and look forward to pleasantries We anticipate events and outcomes; self-induced anxiety. We live as if time really is a linear concept But what is time really? How do you…