Standing in my truth I spit tired laughter exhausts my mind loud yells, deafening chatter disconnection broken by tiny, teeny moments moments of gratitude, love, kindness I want it to be enough I beg it to be enough I try to grab it, hold it, feel it, keep it safe Yet, I'm left wanting wanting to feel a true honest bond!
Sonia Chintha is an Indian American writer who lives in the Washington DC area. She blogs, writes poetry, and fiction. She is also an English teacher who believes that our experiences teach us more than any test. She is the founder and co-editor of Good Little Girls.
My friend, Walter, stood about five feet and eight inches tall. He had sparkly warm blue eyes, weathered pink skin, and an electric, infectious smile. His wild eyebrows were often furrowed reflecting his deep thought, worries, and sadness. I met Walter after he was discovered living deep in the wild Northern California mountains.