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Zeckrombryan

Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

To Places No One Goes

Where am I? How did I end up here? Questions upon questions Life, this is. I will go where You would go Take the lead and I will follow You To places no one goes Say the word and I... Continue Reading →

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The Price of Art

Art is a form of expression of our inner-most feelings, the conscious ones as well as those unconscious ones. It is credence to say everything that we do involves a little more of art than we have imagined. When we... Continue Reading →

Am I Desperate Enough?

Time and tide wait for no man, in just a blink of an eye, 14 days had past and I am still the old me at times when my attention slip out of my sight. I have a desire to... Continue Reading →

Being Conscious

Scratching my head after I had awakened from a sudden blackout while pondering about my choices about giving consciousness to an Artificial Intelligence (A.I.)- my computer, Alexa. I did all my equations over stacks of papers, scribbled messily. The idea... Continue Reading →

how far is east is from the west?

The stars across the skies laid sparsely as I looked into the plain vast blackness of the incessant flow of time, never waiting for anyone. Sporadic clouds were forming above my head, swirling, my thoughts were lingering around with the... Continue Reading →

Choices And Regrets

Living in a world where making choices is a prerogative that everyone of us has. Every choice that we make will sure have its consequences, no matter good or bad, if you ever regret of what you had chosen in... Continue Reading →

Speaking Weight

Teaching is intriguing and one of the most interesting passions that I have. I got to meet so many types of people from across the spectrum of personalities, there were the smart ones, the arrogant ones, the not-so-bright ones, the... Continue Reading →

Full Moon

Somnolence reverberated through the salience of silence, breaking down the night into its demise, revealing the resplendent roundness of the full moon, glistening through the depths of the night. I stood at the door of my wooden house, seizing the... Continue Reading →

Wooden Shack

Summer was as sweltering as ever, an arid breeze brushed through my complexion further drying up my lips, I was passing by the neighborhood where the dilapidated house was located. The advice, a warning rather, given by everyone was a... Continue Reading →

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