5 AM: Time Tells Tales of Parallel Universes

The sounds of birds chirping make their way through my ajar window. An orange glow creeps along the wall, bringing the lights from the streets into my four corners. Garbage trucks trickle along the edge of the asphalt, cleaning up what was left behind. It's 5 o'clock in the morning, but my mind isn't running … Continue reading 5 AM: Time Tells Tales of Parallel Universes

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Unity

If I could I'd watercolor the world and blend all pigments together highlight the past as a piece of what we cannot repeat and turn the news on low the dreadful drones of those trying to divide would fall on deaf ears like lava to the surface, we'd recreate our terrain mixing all different landscapes … Continue reading Unity

Fall Forward

It's the first day of fall. It's my favorite season, and I'm back in Los Angeles. From the months abroad, if I had to pick one word to define how I've returned, I'd choose "liberated." Liberated from material things, liberated from the desire to have anything new, liberated from the suffocation of self-inflicting anxiety, liberated … Continue reading Fall Forward

Sand, Se(e) and Shorelines

People say the world is small, and that's an expression to showcase how the seemingly coincidental moments occur. When you really think about it, the world is large, vast and in a way, can be considered infinite. Often when I'm at the beach, I think about all the grains of sand and how there is … Continue reading Sand, Se(e) and Shorelines

7 Days Later on an Island in Croatia – Lessons Learned

    And, when you're in the midst of it all, it's hard to fully collect your thoughts, feelings, and desires. You're moving at a fast pace, with roughly 40 pounds of baggage strapped to your back, arms, and innately, your insides. You're meeting people from all over the world, with hundreds of life stories … Continue reading 7 Days Later on an Island in Croatia – Lessons Learned

One Way Ticket

I've got a one-way ticket, my passport, and an open mind with the willingness to tear down the boundaries of my comfort zone. It's like spring cleaning for my life, yet again. There's something about summer coming that makes me want to escape and start fresh. It's like being in school for so many years … Continue reading One Way Ticket

No Justice, No Peace

The saying goes, "History repeats itself." Andy Warhol said, "Life is a series of images that change as they repeat themselves." While American soldiers were fighting wars in Europe and Vietnam, we had segregation on our soil. While we are focused on senseless terrorist attacks both domestic and foreign against innocent individuals, our friends are … Continue reading No Justice, No Peace