The Being

Little situations alter it all, the moods the feeling  the thoughts the being.  from sunrise to moonlight, dimming rays and lessening shades of two-tone emotional extortion on the off railed tracks of the one-way train with the two-way cart to the unknown route. destination? seeping blue sea filled with silence. filled to the brim till…

Sometimes lost, but always found

Yea, I’ve lost myself before, many times actually and yea I’ve also found myself again. Where do you ask? I found myself in Nature.   Gabriela A Tejada **All Images were taken by me** Copyright © 2018 All Rights Reserved.

Dripping life

she cut her wrist. She cut her wrist in order to convince herself she was human. She used her blood, and with the finest calligraphy wrote out her life. She cut her wrist to prove to you that like every other human being she was built on the same preconceived notions and unrealistic realities as…

A Luxury

breathing became a luxury, a luxury She didn’t want anymore.   he had Her around the neck on an endless rope of five fingers four letter word of suffocation. Her resolve and dignity at his mercy. endlessly squeezing as, She sat on Her knees hands behind Her back like a natural born submissive. eyes clouded, glazed…