I wrote this a couple of weeks ago in a sorry for myself state and, evidently, as a writer I often over-emphasize so enjoy:

And it was almost symbolic,

It seemed that with every drop the rain matched my tears,

Except now I was crying harder, the water collecting faster, the river flowing quicker, my body becoming more numb.

It seemed that every short breath between each sob mimicked that so cruelly stolen by a kiss before.

It seemed every object was branded with the image of him laughing, loving, loving me.

Something i wish i had treasured before.

It seems that everywhere i look, couples walk side by side, when my own footprints are but single in the sand.

It seems that every leaf that falls is torn, yellowed, browned, a mere shell of what it once was.

And it was almost symbollic.


Weekly Photo Challenge: Change

Recently my youngest brother had his fifth birthday. For me this gave me a real sense of how he was growing up and beginning to learn and do things for himself. This is a photo of a delicious cake that my father took the time to make for little Rafael as he is very fond of pirates as i’m sure many other five-year-old boys are.  For me this photo sums up the change that each new year brings and bestows upon our family.