• "I see what you don’t. Write about things least spoken of. Speak less, listen more. Watch less, observe more. Know more by learning more. Attach less, detach more. Be seen less, remembered more. And believe that less is, in fact, more."
  • "Today, organs can get replaced but no one has found a replacement for lost trust, abandoned hearts, shattered souls and tears that flowed. Imagine that!"
  • "Life is not a straight line. It is a circle. See you a-round!"
  • If you do not wish to cross the bridge when you get to it go ahead, take a boat... either way, cross over, you will have to."

Jul 28 2014


Photograph by: Cristina Otero

Photograph by: Cristina Otero


“I’m wilting…” she weakly said.
“I’m fading…into the woodwork… merging into thin air… being swallowed by the earth… abducted by the sky… ” she softly continued.

What I’ve always noticed about Anna is that she may be weak but she’s never meek. Her spirit so strong, her mind fortified with steel… but her body so frail, I could see why she felt she was wilting.

“Am I even audible?” she asked?

“Yes, I hear you…loud and clear” I quickly confirmed.

She heaved a sigh of relief and continued, “I’m certainly not loud but just glad I’m still clear. I feel like I’m slurring. Wilting.
Do you hear it?
Do you hear the sound when a flower begins to wilt?
Do you hear the sound of a leaf falling from a tree?
Do you hear a tear falling out from an eye and sliding down a cheek?
Do you hear a feather fall to the ground from the wing of a bird flying up high?
Do you hear a fledgling fall from a nest up high on a tree, straight into the jaws of a hyena?

Do you hear the wail of a falling animal that escaped the clutches of an eagle yet fell to its death despite its freedom?
Irony isn’t it?
Free yet fell.
Survived yet died.

I hear them all.

It gets too much at times.
The screams of pain keep me up.
The longing hurts my heart.
The ache… unsurmountable.
The hunger for love… now unfathomable.
Sleep… the only solace.

I hear them all.
I feel them all.
The wind, trees, birds, water, thunder, lightening, animals, people….
What is my relationship with them?

I’m wilting,” she said and lay her head down on the pillow. Her eyes closed. Her soft breath sounded like the sounds from a sweet wind chime dancing in a gentle breeze.

My eyes welled up. As I sat there holding her hand.

She seemed so frail. I just wanted to be there, hold her, let her know she’s loved, that I care, that I am there to hold her… for I knew how much she missed hugs.

Suddenly I felt her hand go limp…and I held it even tighter… then, I wailed in agony like never before.

~ M*

Photograph by: Cristina Otero Photography

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