writing

A short story: the hotel life

I’ve always enjoy how the little birds sing in the morning. How the sun gets up and make its way to feel more potent at each passing time. Here I am in a hotel room in Costa Mesa, CA thinking how interesting life could be while you stay in a hotel. Right now is the …

That kiss…

She remembers like it was yesterday. She sat on the bench at the park looking at the same spot she once shared with you. It’s been awhile from the last time she saw you and she still remembers how you looked at her and how you made her feel. The loneliness that she felt in …

What you want from me?…

“What you want from me?” I asked you without your knowing. (Pause) I’ve wondered on the streets of New York and I know it’s getting colder. The smell, the air, the sun, the people changed. I’m changing as well. I know myself, but don’t know enough. I’m not finding myself, I’m creating myself. So, far …