Season 2

Tears, real tears fall on my cheeks They blurr my vision as I mourn you I grieve you  I i think about you a lot my friend, But mostly I hurt about you I bleed eternally for your presence  I scream , not aloud Its not allowed I weep , I feel robbed I forget that your creator who […]

I have been trying to process what losing you means, trying to prepare myself for the aftershock…first and foremost I realize this is a wound I will carry for the rest of my life.  Ours wasn’t a right time good friend thing. We lived together in the same house for what I can say is

Just like how I don’t talk about my tupperware lunch box , I wont also tell the world about you.How Im so proud of receiving your messages in the morning  or how Im surprisingly so patient as I wait for you. The people that know me know how impatient I can be. Maybe its because

Happiness is something I was never taught. How to find joy in the mundane, the world and in myself.  Its something that is so very strange to me.The idea that I did something worth doing , worth my time and I have to feel a certain way about it. Even after all these years I still don’t

And so I start again, trying to find the right words, the perfect words for the person with the perfect words. Third time’s a charm right? Except I have surpassed my third attempt at this. I want to say it’s ok, because that’s what I know you would say. But it’s not ok Tino. Your

I wonder if I could feel the shockwave of my death, truly realize how much people “love”me, or how much appreciated I am.Just incase you are wondering,Yes this is going to be yet another rambling of an 80year old man on his death bed… I have lived my life with the best intentions. I have

For my Babba, who has taught me the grace , peace and humility found in patience. We grow like caterpillars, our metamorphosis is delicate, beautiful and yet so incredibly dark and lonely, yet even the slightest help will most certainly cripple us beyond rehabilitation. I look back on it now, on how I have inadvertently