Balance.

The road was wide open; nobody except me and my dad on his old scooter which I hated. He was going slow, which I hated more. "C'mon! There's nobody else on the road, what's the worse that could happen? Go faster!" I groaned. A few moments later, I could see other vehicles crossing us, passing … Continue reading Balance.

I picked up the fallen Leaves that dried up Looking at the branches As sunlight pierced through I knew then, Fallen things are even more Beautiful because they make way For newer things Tight was my grip, yet They slipped right Through my fingers You were right, father Stronger your hold, Weaker your grip All … Continue reading