Dolly de los Reyes

Love is saccharine; and then, it can be a bitter gourd. At one moment, it bathes you with sweet nothings. In time, it then cascades into a flowing river of milk and honey. Multi-colored flowers smile in delight, butterflies dance in exquisite patterns, and the birds echo one’s declaration of love in that tranquil, captivating melody. Loving and being loved is such a blissful journey towards Eden. At another time, a threat approaches speedily. Like a roaring lion, it lunges to devour love’s sweetness. Thunders clap and lightning strikes, now seeing the opportunity to plant fear , distrust , and hopelessness . At a quick glance, Eden has turned into a fiery place with gloomy, hovering, stormy clouds and winds threatening destruction. The serpent has stricken, and the hearts grow black as coal. When will love be restored? Where is sunshine? Where is light? The once tender voice has grown cold, and what used to be yours is slowly being taken away. That gentle care has been forgotten, or ma

If I had but a day to live… I would recall that I did not shop ‘till I dropped. I would recall that I did not sing like a nightingale. I would recall that I did not party for hours and drink wine and liquor like a pro. I would recall that I did not dance my best, and would pop, lock and drop. I would recall that I did not laugh my heart out. I would recall that I did not smile the sweetest smile. If I had but a day to live… I would recall that I did not write all day and put on paper all that I had to say. I would recall that I did not scribble, doodle, and draw like an artist. I would recall that I did not read and reread the blog that I so dearly cherish. I would recall that I did not edit works that were entrusted to me. Oh! I would recall that I did not write short stories for children. I would recall that I did not read life-changing novels… all the brilliant works of Paulo Coelho, James Patterson, Mitch Albom, and CS Lewis. If I had but a day to live… I would recall that