writing – My Little Hawk

life in fragments

I feel the most alive when I’m not distracted by the life I want to live. When I can place myself in the life I am living.

We’ve lost the art of sympathizing.

That song doesn’t make me cry anymore. And, if you were wondering, I’m totally not bitter about it, either.

Do you know why I named it the disappearing act?

We were overjoyed, and a bit giddy from wine. There was laughter, over nothing in particular, and music playing shyly over the speakers.

My mind always goes to a bakery. It became a running joke with my friends. But I have another dream. And I’m supposed to dream big.

My healthiest eating habit is being able to prepare a warm meal or a little something sweet, sit down with my loved ones, and share it with them.

Maybe “now” is much more distant. Maybe “yesterday” is nearer and “tomorrow” already in the past. – Mahmoud Darwish

Is karma an echo of our intent?

I’m loud about honesty and openness because I crave that space, so I try to start with myself. But can I hide from that watchtower?