On Learning How To Breathe. Makes you feel happy again in the mid of all surrounding. Poem entry for the Weekly Writing Challenge. The first time I breathed. Surely could not have been but mere imitations! I felt it, really. Flow into my nasal passages. As I stole some of the passing. The breath, full of all.

Rollback the year to 2008. America is on the cusp of electing our first black President, Katy Perry is kissing a girl, Heath Ledger does a remarkable Joker impersonation and Kipp goes on a date with a girl ten years younger.

On The essay my mother wrote. On The essay my mother wrote.

El tiempo se escapó de mis manos, no lo pude contener. Como un huracán se llevó todo a su paso y con él se fue todo mi dolor y mi agonía. Ya lo que quedaba dentro de mí era un corazón roto pero con cada una de sus piezas. Me sentía bien, estaba mejor de lo que pensaba.

4 out of 5 dentists recommend this WordPress. The contemplating sage at Nagrana Lane. I moved to Bombay, sorry Mumbai, this February. It slowly becomes the center of your life, and you start believing that there is no other world outside of it; an aberration one slowly and gleefully slips into.