the amount of literature she digested under the disseminating illumination of the moon, in the engulfing, silent, embrace of the night, could be debilitating her imagination. her deliberate attempts to dive behind the subconscious of writers, the inability to envision anything futher, from between the sentences, from inside the fictitious beings, places, their names and […]

and the wayward world continues to amuse her. with its inconsistent engagement with her mind. few, leave way for cosmic rays, to penetrate into their abodes. few, hesitate to or almost totally reject any intrusion; that might deconstruct their construed reality. few, too nervous for any exchange few, too paranoid to allow any change to […]

the tranquility of waters, at the edge of the river, deceivingly attractive in sight, a transcendent beauty. however, her torrid soul, timid, cautious about the ruffles; beneath the harmless wavelets, recognizes the unusual composure. the river unintentionally reflects; her idiosyncrasy. the journey of waters could have been; as grappling as the wrestling of her soul. […]