Let’s talk about the fleeting nature of things. People keep saying, I don’t have time for temporary friends or things etc.

That’s like saying you don’t have time for life. Everything in life is temporary, that doesn’t make it less worth while.

Imagine a kid in a playground. Eventually his parents will take him home and he’ll start crying “no I wanna stayyyy 5 more minutessss”. But his parents will ultimately make him leave. It doesn’t mean he never should have gone. He played for a while, then it was time to go.

Temporary people are no different. People are not meant to stay with you forever.

We are all travelers on a journey. A person stays with his companion for as long as their paths agree. Then he is on his way. And you are on yours. Wish your companion farewell and do not blame a traveler for travelling, rather be happy for your companion.


Night/day, empty/full, early/late, heads/tales, all opposites sides of the same coin. Like so, a problem cannot exist without a solution.

Recess Is Over

He could still hear the bell ringing as he walked outside. Fifty minutes to kill until recess ended. All the other children ran ahead eager to make the best of their limited time. The kid took a deep breath and walked over to the red brick wall on the side of the building. No one really came to that area. There wasn’t much room to play. But this particular child wasn’t going to be doing any playing. Rather, he used to walk over there every day and wait for recess to end. He stood there with his arms folded and his eyes fixed on the gravel.

“Isn’t gravel supposed to be black? Why does it look so gray? It must be really old.” He thought to himself. As the boredom began to set in, he began kicking around a broken piece of rock on the playground.

One of the other children approached him. He was chubby boy of average height, although his bad posture made him look shorter. His brown uncombed hair dangled over his eyes as he approached with his skinny sidekick.

“Hey that’s my rock!” shouted the chubby boy.

“No, no it’s not. I found it.” The kid responded timidly.

“I put it there yesterday for safe keeping. You stole it.” The chubby boy continued to shout.

“Okay fine, just take it.” Said the kid. He knew the chubby boy was lying, but he did not like confrontation nor was the rock worth anything to him. He started to walk away.

“Hey! Where do you think you’re going!” The chubby boy was still shouting. He picked up the rock. He raced forward and struck the kid in the head.

The kid fell over. “OUCH! What did you do that for!?”

The chubby boy laughed, “Because thieves have to be punished.”

The kid, “I didn’t steal anything. Maybe if you’d get your stupid hair out of your eyes you could see clearly and stop being so stupid all the time!”

The chubby boy turned red.
“Are you just gonna let him say that?” Asked the skinny boy.
“Of course not. I’m gonna clobber him.” The chubby boy was no longer shouting. He grabbed the kid by the shirt and raised his fist to punch him. But the skinny boy was too fast. The chubby boy got a face full of knuckles and toppled to the ground. He began crying.

“Just leave me alone. Take your stupid rock and go away.” Said the kid.

That is when the hall monitor arrived on the scene. “What happened here? Are you okay?”

“He hit me, he hit me!” Shouted the chubby boy.
“He did, I saw!” Yelled the skinny boy.

“Alright, you’re coming with me.” The hall monitor said glaring at kid.
“But he hit me first!” screamed the kid. “Look I’m bleeding!”

“Okay, I’m going to take you to the nurse, then we’re all going straight to the principal’s office.”


Not long after, the kid found himself sitting across from the chubby boy in the principal’s office. The principal was the most generic man you could possibly imagine. He was everything a textbook principal should be and look like; or at least that’s how the children perceived him.

The principal had been talking for quite a while. The kid had not been paying attention.

The principal continued, “You will both receive in school suspensions for a week. We have a zero-tolerance policy on violence. This is completely unacceptable and I am very disappointed in both of you. Both of you need to learn to behave. Whatever problems you both have can be solved in a more appropriate manner. Again, I am very disappointed in both of you. You are dismissed.”

As the students stood up to leave the principal looked to the kid, “Are you smiling? You want to tell me what is so funny?”

The kid answered, “Nothing. I’m just happy recess is over.”

The Doll Party

It was an invitation to a social festivity.
To which my reply was brimming with positivity.
A small discontinuity to living in exclusivity.

On the way, I had already decided not to stay.
Why I am this way? I dare not say.
Above the entryway, there was a sign on display,
“Come in and let’s play the light away.”

Much to my dismay,
There were no people here today.

Replaced by dolls!
Dolls over here dolls over there.
All here to play?

Lifeless bodies yet spirited eyes.
Haunting the room with glass paired stares.
A sinful half existence.
Neither here nor there.
Unholy indulgence, a repulsive air.

I shut my eyes, I stumbled aside.
Yet I could not ignore what I abhor.
I snatched up a porcelain horror.

In the glass I could see, endlessly;
A loop of my reflection looking back at me.
I dropped the mockery.
I turned the wall mirror assuredly;
Expecting to see a doll version of yours truly.

But no.
Truly no.
All I could see was genuinely always me.

How strange that I feel more awake while I dream and that I try to dream while awake.

The Aberrant Captive

The scene spans distantly, meeting it’s calculated end on all sides.

Streams retain their clarity, returning deposits of dirt to their designated locations.

And in their disciplined freedom, trees chase the brightness of the sky.

What freedom has a wayward soul confounded to wander the muddied wilderness?

A habitat as it were, a home with a single design flaw.

Where all doors are sealed, not an open bedroom remains.

The aberrant captive.

My soul retreats into my daydream. 

Then, I miss the friends I never had.

A Wall of Trees

He continued down the dirt path.
A wall of trees to the left and to the right.

Why do they say if there are no people with you
that then you are alone?
Is humanity so engrossed in conceit?
That their presence is the determinant.

He gazed across the forest.
Is a tree alone when it stands in solitude?

He stared ahead.
Is the apparent path the only path?
Must a path be defined by dirt?
What more is concealed behind the trees?

It is he who stands alone in a crowd who knows no better.
But true companionship knows it’s companion even amidst the absence.