Social Media or Social Life

The world today is much more different than it was 20 years ago. For that matter, it’s more different than it was yesterday. Social media has become the center around our daily lives, so much…that we removed ourselves from living them. When I was in high school, sometime in the late 90’s, mobile phones did not exist; at least not in the sense that they do today. Back then, we communicated either through landlines; home phones or public coin operated phones. What that meant was—you couldn’t travel any further with your conversation than the length of the phone cord. Yes,…

“INSERT COIN”

Imagine if life was like an arcade game. Imagine—if you could do it all over again by simply inserting twenty-five cents into a coin slot. Would you do it? I think about it. The thought of ever entertaining such a kooky idea seems absurd. But, what—if? Now, I’m not saying to throw all caution into the wind and roll the dice. No, not at all.  When it comes to the prospect of your own existence being called into question, one cannot and should not act hastily.  But, if we’re lucky to ever be faced with such a rare opportunity, would…

A Lover’s Bond

What does it mean to be someone’s lover? To truly love someone. To be inside of that person both mentally and emotionally. The physical aspect is obvious. But, how do you establish a bond beyond the physical—into the ethereal. It sounds fictional. But, I thought about what it means to be a lover while sitting in my cubicle at work today. I though about my fiancé; how I kissed her goodbye this morning, how I sent her texts throughout the day, or how after arriving back home I listened to how her day went. I do these things instinctively. Not…

Goodbye Letter

The pen dances to the beat of my heart I worry you can’t read this Scribble; written in the dark I want you to understand why—why this   Before you I was me—broken Pieces discarded into the thinness of air Another man’s lure of promises; stolen As if he didn’t even care   Black and blues almost every day Myself I blamed; Instead of hating him Whatever the reason—we seem to stay Even though a future seems vague and dim   When someone breaks your heart—it hurts A dozen million pieces aren’t the same What he did; it was worse…