Dubai. The land that has my brother, my idol, my hero, my friend a three hour flight short yet so long crossing boundaries reuniting with the man who taught me how to laugh, to fight, to be strong once we shared the same roof danced…

Its like that rabbit and the turtle, The race between you and the sleep, No matter how hard you try, Its never for a sec, The nap extends anyways, You wake up to see, The turtle winning, Or was it just a dream?

as i look trough the camera lens focusing on the tiny parts of the flowers creating landscapes of their own…

it’s party time smile bright, hold a glass laugh too loud don’t actually drink the last thing you need is to get drunk you cry when you’re drunk dance with him flirt with her enough that people talk they’ll think you’re up to fun you…

We scurry, because the airport is two hours away on a good day.   We wait in line, because we never travel during the off seasons. “Carpe diem” subsides to the immigrant hustle.   The luggage is heavier than it ought to be; somehow that’s no…

I played Smite for 8 years. I always wanted to be a professional gamer and hear the people’s cheers. I meet great people from the game and got introduce to my crush. Oh, hope I love Smite to play a god or two. Grinding diamonds…

At 16, I flew to California, leaving for good, a first for me, as I had never traveled by plane. It was one of the coldest days of winter, the windchill bringing the temps down to single digits, and Long Island’s wet winters freeze your…

Boarding. The light flashes, seatbelt, seatbelt, seatbelt. Arms and legs, face mask, head down. Moving, wheels on tar, faster, faster, faster. Rising – Rising – Up. Ears screaming, pressure, ouch. Seetling, Altitude, Flight. Seatbelt, seatbelt, seatbelt. Movement, wheels down isle. Drinks, snacks, relief, relax. Chatter,…

Breakfast With Pop Not your everyday ordinary grandfather, Pop was my buddy. He and Mom, too young to be called Grandma and Grandpa though I tried once with Mom and was given a knuckle to my forearm that left a bruise, they’d dance arm in…

the warm, steamy air hangs close to the foliage as we walk through the woods, flowers and leaves glisten in the sun peeks through the tree branches, making a pattern on the forest floor rabbits, squirrels and chipmunks peek out from their dens to see…