Part II of Reclamation Therapy

Part II of Reclamation Therapy

Heartbreak is simply the aftershock of a very big love. There is nothing sadder in life than a heart that was not broken at all. Jann Arden Precisely forty-four days later, a tidal wave of nothingness hit her again. The nothingness was composed of some shrapnel made...
At the Spectacle of Ambitious Humanity

At the Spectacle of Ambitious Humanity

  It is a Friday evening and a cold wind is blowing outside. Though its only the middle of September, the remnants of the first snow of the season are still present along shaded sidewalks. Yellowed leaves frozen to a crisp are fluttering and the sky is a strange...
Part I of Reclamation Therapy

Part I of Reclamation Therapy

She placed her faith in people, in places and in things, which is why her ultimate condition was that of misery. Misery of being. There was a high that lasted eight days and before she saw it coming, it came down crashing on her—the ‘it’ being the façade...
Your knee is growing, she said.

Your knee is growing, she said.

On the daily, the mesh of feelings one goes through is a complex web of everything: one moment, its cold charcoal—dark and just there. The next moment, it’s a fire, out of control and burning everything down. Before you know it, it’s embers, glowing softly...
Those Were Times Spent Well

Those Were Times Spent Well

Evenings are the epitome of emotional transition. When the sun is finally setting on a long summer day, and when hues of orange, pink and gold are playing hide and seek, it usually so happens that a flood of memories and melancholia befalls the mind: the free mind....