The Rotten Hope

Driving through my texts, I noticed some forgotten thoughts. Rotting in pages. Probably left alone in conscience. Letters melting before, crumbling like a gigantic mountain that had seen zenith but couldn’t resist it’s urge for more. The ideas, the creativity, and vision, seemingly trapped within a clobberstone. Waiting to be grated, to fret upon. But this lazy author, cramped with time and responsibilities, still soaring … Continue reading The Rotten Hope

The Aging Tree

With the passage of time, one observes the change in nature. A tree, which once pierced zenith, reaches the brim of extinction upon┬áthe arrival of a storm. The magnanimous effects of aging. Brazen, it’s grazed by the memories of its youth. The memories of might, whence it was indomitable. An era of victory over nature. Braving one storm after another. Sowing its seeds of wisdom … Continue reading The Aging Tree

I Am Lost In Thoughts

I am lost in the thoughts of existentialism. Clobbering myself with the sense of purpose, achievement, failure(s), and identity. Probably that’s what traveling does to you. A self embibed search, understanding how things transpire, and how we may grow beyond. Yet, when being reminded of the destinations I have been to, and which I aim to revisit, I am either filled with nostalgia or regret. … Continue reading I Am Lost In Thoughts