Somewhere between writing, drinking, and studying I've found myself craving privacy. Finding privacy in a digital world has been quite a challenge, for anyone can find you if they are persistent enough. So in order to be out of reach, I pulled my identity from any social media accounts and rested from whatever creative thoughts … Continue reading the dying leaves; to whom it may concern
I was in the dining room as I shouted "Dinner was great ma" to her. She was in the kitchen and I was still finishing up dessert in the dining room. I had a large piece of the dessert I had always asked for: vanilla cake with no frosting. I overheard mom yell back, "Happy … Continue reading the dying leaves; last breath
Winter, 2003: I was thirteen years old. My best friend was sitting next to me in the back seat of a Mercedes-Benz, and in the front seat sat two men; aged in their 20s. It was one o'clock in the morning and over fourteen years ago, yet, I can still remember the cracks, tears and … Continue reading twenty seven lessons
Dear Holy Spirit, Jesus, Dear GOD: I fell and when I fell I know you all heard the sounds of a body hitting the floor. I know you all saw the clutter inside my mind get tossed about. I know you saw felt my discomfort as I stayed on the floor, trying to pick up … Continue reading from praying hands to your heart
“You will have a mandatory paper due in which; You will write a reflection of yourself of a moment that forever changed you.” I began to feel a light headache form as I started searching through all memories I held close within me. As I walked to my next class, I gazed at the concrete … Continue reading eyes in the mirror – 1
stories below Alcadio Estrada Barron - SanAngeloLIVE.com Alcadio lived full life in his 21 years --- You would have never known it but the greatest gift you gave was the gift of inspiration. The gift to charge a persons inner ambition and fill them with the fuel to say to themselves, 'Yes, I … Continue reading the dying leaves – Dear, Alcadio.
-- I couldn’t actually believe I was actually here in this room right now. I didn’t know if it was out of disbelief or that I that I had finally walked through those doors and committed to what I said I would do. The warm complimenting two tone espresso colored walls, the soft plush of … Continue reading the dying leaves – pt 5
The clock hand slowed down to a halt, and my breath froze as the hand seemed to pause for what seemed like just a few ticks longer than it truly should have on the 12 hour. I tried to gulp down the knot in my throat that had been sitting there for months, nope, still there, … Continue reading the dying leaves – pt 4