My Dear Friend, What is it called when the ocean gears up for a big wave, and the water gets pulled away from the shore with such a force that the sand at the bottom seems to be screaming? That moment when everything feels naked and scared, suspended, waiting for a crash? That moment of... Continue Reading →
I drove past your old house the other day. You don’t live there anymore. I don’t know if you ever truly did. Amid your suffering, your tantrums, your screams, your clouds left no room for cozy sheets and family dinners. Now the front yard sports a cozy “Home Sweet Home” decorative well, and the front... Continue Reading →
The spiral grooves, and you're the needle, Skipping sometimes and sometimes not. On blackest surface, rigid, feeble, Your soul as midnight vinyl, tied in a knot. Through muddy trenches, round and round, Of love and life, what it all means. The needle dreams of roads now found, Revolved in pain, and yet it sings.
She stares back with awe and surprise, wide eyes tracing your wrinkles. She never even had an inkling, that you are so close to demise. Sunlight tangled in her fuzzy curls, playful grin dancing on her lips. She recalls how many hops and skips she did today, beating other girls. She tells you of summer... Continue Reading →
She drowned. Her ashen corpse, stubbed out, smoking; empty eyes reaching out from the deep. He tried. Their pleas to gods remains unspoken, just like the love they hoped to keep. She drowned. In him, in them, in time, in pain. The flame went out, at the witching hour. She groped for him, his soul,... Continue Reading →
Gaya Ink 