by U | Feb 20, 2023 | Blog
life is so short – a glimpse, a glance, a fleeting moment. from the moment we are born to the moment we die, we flip through our moments like we flip through pages of a very thin and very endearing book filled with hurt, love, pain, joy, sorrow, success,...
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by U | Jul 18, 2022 | Blog
The world is the same all over when you are 35000 feet up in the sky, enclosed in a capsule with a hundred others, tired, cramped, happy, sad, excited, nervous, sleepy, exhausted. Whether you are flying over Europe, or the vast expanses of Africa, or over the rugged...
by U | May 4, 2022 | Blog
Today, I sat outside after a very long winter and touched grass. The breeze was cold but the scent of soil and the swish of sycamore trees allowed me the sanctuary of warmth in my heart: it felt as though my entire being was engulfed by my small, beating heart. It...
by U | Jan 19, 2022 | Blog
when the plague is over when the dead have been forgotten when the locks are broken come meet me by the water under the sycamore tree
by U | Jan 15, 2022 | Blog
There is a graveyard of lost friendships in my mind that I often visit. It is always there, very much in close proximity, but in the rush hour of life, one seldom gets to sit down and say, “Come now, let me visit the graveyard of forgotten friendships. Let me...
by U | Dec 16, 2021 | Blog
“Don’t tell my father I have died,” he says, and I follow him through blood on the road and hundreds of pairs of shoes the mourners left behind, as they ran from the funeral, victims of the firing. From windows we hear grieving mothers, and snow begins to fall...
