poetry When We Can Do Nothing Else, We Wait. {poetry} We wait for the world to go back to normal, to be able to meet and greet each other like old times, to be able to breathe freely. Continue Reading
you & me I Am Here, and I Choose to See Myself as I Am. My eyes long to see the unexpected and the unseen, like the lower half of the face of the beautiful masked woman I passed on my walk. Continue Reading