Essence

In Self- Explorations:

We try to capture meaning, purpose and value from the essence that is constantly concentrating and dissolving before us. Meaning becomes a memory. Essence goes on to recreate.

Open & Unaware

In Fictions:

The girl had never seen the sun set from this particular bend in the river. The way the bank was bent allowed the light to shine in such a way that it unrolled a golden carpet across the surface of the water.

Undying Melody

In Self-Explorations:

I imagined my grandfather sitting alone with the box in his lap, cranking it up to listen to the Music Box Dancer until those last three seconds slowed to a halt. The silence lingers, the song unfinished, forcing you to contemplate if you are satisfied with its incompleteness or if you want to crank it again.

Books: A Love Story

In Self-Explorations:

I’ve encountered many books that I could not possibly part with; like strangers on the streets with gleaming eyes that reflect interesting and untold stories, a curiosity begs you to discover and explore those stories you are supposed to be a part of.