But how? How is it that you, mylove, are the deepest breath and the harshest exhale all at one time? Standing next to you is the first time I breathe. All day. Yet somehow there doesn’t seem to be enough air in the room. I sigh in relief at the feeling of your skin on…
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Balance: An Act of Perfect Imbalance
They say life is all about finding balance. Work-life balance, love-life balance, just balance. What we fail to realize is that balance is in fact an act of perpetual imbalance. I found myself on the lower side of that this week, feeling the weight of everything around me sitting solely on my shoulders; the weight…
Let’s talk about…. The Port Authority [Pt. 1]
Port Authority Bus Terminal. Also known as PABT. And yes, it is VERY similar to that yearly exam from your gyno. Invasive, uncomfortable, and depending on your results after the experience it might just be total devesatation. First, let’s talk about the layout. This Monmouth beast has 3 floors + the escalator that somehow even…
For the Love of a Fisherman
Tell me of your sherbet skies and Dewey morning days Whisper of your long lost hours amidst the wild terrains Of far off places and city streets Tell me of all you’ve seen Of bridges and buildings and mirrored skies Tell me of all you’ve known along the ride In twilight hours, your deepest thoughts, and…
18 Stops
She sat on the subway train and watched as people came and people went. The time their lives were shared measured not by minutes or seconds but by stops. The tall blonde woman, clearly of European decent, sharing just 2 stops; while the elderly Latin gentleman sharing her life for the full 15 stops she…
The Missadventure Chronicles 