Circumspecte

Photo Source Everyone around her seemed to have that one person to love. Each lonely soul she had previously found solace in had eventually been joined by that stunning other they had been patiently waiting for all morning. And yet she was still alone at her table, typing away empty words on her machine which looked like it would also leave her in three seconds. She looked around one last time, her eyes silently begging for a lonely friend, someone who looked as empty as she felt. Someone who would make her feel the soothing comfort of lonely company. None. Every customer at this restaurant had someone to lean on, someone’s hand to brush against during flirty laughter, or someone’s eyes to gaze into as a whispered lover’s intense conversation lost the two in a world of their own. Rolling her eyes she dove back into her work and lost herself in the black words she was typing. Suddenly she felt a presence. An intent gaze had fallen upon her and stayed there. She felt her b...

Photo Source Standing in front of the mirror I had an internal war over which skirt to put on for the event. After lives were lost and blood was spilt over this turmoil; I put on a pair of jeans and called it a day. Walking out the door I couldn’t shake the feeling of the weight of what I just had to endure. Life is about the choices we make. Beyond a certain point, be it the number of times you’ve blown out the candles on your birthday cake or the number of children you’ve borne and ruined, you realize that the choices that you make become exponentially significant in shaping your experience and influence in this world. Now the thing is life has always been about choices, but soon enough the choices that you make seem to matter a whole lot more. This daunting task could make it difficult for you to get out of bed and face a new day. “What if I ruin my life with one stupid choice today?” could cripple you for a long time. At the end of the day though making wise choices seem...

You were there when Trayvon died. As the country screams for justice and tears are wrung from bleeding hearts, one truth remains. Trayvon died.   You killed him. He died because you killed him. Many tongues and even more minds have more than two cents to share about your motive. About the canker sores that eat at the cores of the United States of America. Conversations and talks, Tweets and walks, Protest, cry outs One-liners and shouts Someone feels the pain of a lost child. You killed a child, Mr. Zimmerman, No one knows that better than you because the only other person who could is now dead. You were there when Trayvon died. Mr. Zimmerman, it must be something difficult you’re going to have to deal with. You were with him in his last moments. Did you speak to him? Did you yell out the last words he heard on earth? You were there when Trayvon died. Mr. Zimmerman, you’ll probably be plagued for a while, fin...