Boundaries

Boundaries are parameters set while sipping coffee in the office.
But on the street—where you have to think on your feet—everything changes.

I Am Sorry

—treating you like an object to be taken care of instead of allowing you to become an independent human being.

Shifting Sunshine

you keep moving over
moving the lines of your principles, the lines of your dignity, to bask in this fictitious affection

Choice?

. . . the freedom to make one right choice within your reach today . . . to choose to exert power over your present life

She Said . . .

. . . her vacant gaze looking back at a future which had never gone beyond 24 hours . . .

Please Look at Me

I caught his eye, and held it long enough to break open a floodgate of emotions.

Translucidity

I thought I had become immune, hardened.
But I cried today,
for you.