An Ode to the Face in the Mirror

In between the shifting of the lights, Little Miss Present Perfect catches a quick glimpse of herself. “Just to make sure.” She whispers. “That everything has been completed.”

She has made extensive preparations for this big day.

She has changed her hair, threaded her eyebrows, grown to fit the dress she once thought was too big for her.

She stood proud in her heels. Knowing that she can no longer be stepped on.

And the face she once knew was hers is no longer her own.


Ode to Subspace

You know that you’re already here

When you can clearly hear

That random/favorite song of yours

Stashed in your ipod; Simultaneous with

The ongoing conversations

from the other bubbles

without popping your very own;

The mechanical hum of the

coffeemaker next to the soft ding

of the toaster; and the silent prayer

of a fan-girl, finding her sacred place

amidst the bustling city.

You know that you’re already here

when you’ve finally put off

the weight that you’ve been heaving on your stiff shoulders-

that ultra-thin Macbook that carries not only your life

but others as well; and that big pink purse containing

the basics of social survival- a shield of compact powder and

arsenals of lipsticks- blurred and forgotten after short whiffs

of the hot purple latte.

You know that you’re already here

When you’ve stepped inside and realized

That yes, yes…

You are finally home.


*All photos taken from THEY ARE NOT MINE. Can’t put captions on the photos because something’s wrong with my WordPress.