The Fractures of My Unbroken Heart

The Fractures of My Unbroken Heart

Where does my heart go when romance consumes my mind?  I have absolutely no idea sometimes, to be perfectly honest.  I just want to be numb of the feelings so I might find my smile.  Yet no matter how hard I try, it gets me nowhere because every time she comes into...
Romance, in Light of Duchenne

Romance, in Light of Duchenne

They call me Superman; I have no superpowers.  They call me a warrior; I have no weapons.  A soldier they say, only, I wear no uniform.  It may be hard to believe for some, though I never had much difficulty, but I’m human, just like everyone else.  What I don’t...
Girls are Hot, Because…

Girls are Hot, Because…

Heartfelt girl-to-girl conversations make me cry.  I want to be a part of them.  I continue searching for ways to overcome the boundaries of gender, but if accomplished, my heart would still grow faint at the thought of those beautiful creatures, their wings brushing...
The Art of Being a Bitch

The Art of Being a Bitch

Have you ever had that moment when all you want is to begin a great love story, one consisting of what most people would think of as dysfunctional, even sick?  That moment of philosophically analytical enlightenment, where you suddenly associate every sort of...
The Romantic Flavours of Duchenne

The Romantic Flavours of Duchenne

Sometimes I wonder why it’s so impossible to let go of my non-memories of romance.  I can’t seem to bear the thought of losing the items of imagination that existed none.  I suppose it’s just the consequences of life when you’re imprisoned within your own body.  I...
Run, Stop, Go

Run, Stop, Go

Ironic, isn’t it, how things work out sometimes?  You spend the entire day readjusting your cushion because of excruciating numbness and pain and right before going to bed, the last try makes everything comfortable.  I wonder if dignity exists in this death I call my...