Everyone, at some point in their lives, wonders if they will ever find their 'why,' and if so, when. This is something I find myself pondering often. This poem is short, but filled with longing. A delicate peek into the innate desire for fulfillment.

A soul born doomed to fall. Plagued by fate, he craves a redemption that feels unattainable. A war between two halves.

How easy is it to simply give in to the whispers? When everything crashes and burns, why do you still fight it? Why don't you give in?

Bright, handsome, dishonest boy... he loves to play games. Dark, sharp, clever girl... she always wins.

It's easy to take a simple life for granted.

Inspiration taken from a quote found on Pinterest (author unknown), cited in the first stanza of the poem.

In 2019, I went on vacation in Virginia. One of the cities I visited was Washington D.C., where I took the subway a few times. This poem recalls a brief interaction I had one time at the subway. A stranger's hair was so captivating to me that I had to compliment it. A few kind words go a long way.

Wrote this as I was falling asleep one night. I wrote what I was feeling as I was fading out of consciousness. It is welcome to personal interpretation.

Teenage rant. This note pertains to the overwhelming pressure of a mother expecting her daughter to be like her. Sometimes the expectations put upon us by our parents are a reflection of the ones their parents had for them, too. Be the one that breaks the cycle.

As a bicultural individual, it is easy to feel homesick for my second homeland. The last time I was able to visit Las Palmas was over ten years ago. I miss it every day.