After I found out he’d passed, I spoke to him in the small hours of the morning, when I’d wake up with faint memories dancing on my eyes, lingering as dreams. I imagine many of us who have lost someone to the other side do these things. We speak to the departed.
She’s got patience in abundance and a love that radiates from her for miles. It’s easy to see her in all of her glory, for she shines brightly within herself.
The corners of her mouth were upturned and mischief gushed out of her eyes. She kept a secret, a secret no one would ever get to know. I knew she was duality. I knew her red held the truth to its origin of fire.
I was brought to the back of the salon. To my left, my eyes were immediately drawn to a pale, well-groomed elderly Japanese woman. She held a command within herself. Sitting there, under a regular salon hair-dryer, reading a normal Japanese newspaper, you felt this woman’s heritage seeping out of her in waves. Her well-manicured... Continue Reading →