A lot of my friends are foodies. A lot of people are foodies, but I mostly eat to survive. There are things I particularly like to eat but I’m not a very picky eater and I don’t frequently have cravings. After I got home from Japan, I was probably most excited to eat quesadillas or… Continue reading I’m Not A Foodie?
We may never have a moment where we just chill. no need to say anything. we sit and not speak, where we'll sit and just think. with no words needed. they will remain unspoken. and thought is our token. I'd like it better if we, just, relax, because we don't have to try. I'll know what you… Continue reading A Thousand Moments Like Those
I don’t like you because you’re perfect. You have issues with commitment and being consistent. And staying true, although I know you Want a family one day. But we’re only getting older babe. And you'll find yourself alone, if you keep living that way. But I don't like you because you're perfect. You have this thing… Continue reading Perfect
You told me once that you ‘know me better than I think.’ And part of me wanted to ask ‘what's that supposed to mean?’ But the other side of me won. Because if there was anybody at all, then you were the one, who could tell me all about my wants and needs that you… Continue reading Afterthoughts
“Whuddabout the othuh name?” I asked. “Whea you git Oshea from?” “I got it from this music artist I used tuh like,” my dad answered, again with little explanation. I thought through the old-school artists I knew my dad listened to, but the name Oshea did not jog my memory of late-80’s/early-90’s hip hop and… Continue reading My Namesake (cont’d)
I told my friend I liked him once but I guess he didn’t return the feelings, and he turned me down. I was hopelessly rejected. I was distraught. I was alone. I was single. He didn’t want me. But to be honest, I was none of those things besides single. I had little to no… Continue reading My Namesake
We hadn't talked for a long time, but when you heard my voice again you felt it was home. Home. Yet I feel like you still avoid me like the plague. It hurts me, you know. I know you loved me once, and I believe you love me now in a way. But still you keep… Continue reading Home with Me
A year ago today, I didn't think things would be this way. I didn't expect for you to be there, Where I could meet up with you. Or for me to be here, Where I would need you. I didn't expect for things to change so much. I've loved so deeply And yet, I've lost so much.… Continue reading A Year from Yesterday