Sonia Sanchez, from "For Tupac Amaru Shakur"
"Airiina"
She is like an open book with no words. So empty, yet still full—almost overflowing...
with sorrow... regret...
and a faint joy, tainted by the hope for happiness.
Like an empty fairy tale with neither a beginning nor an end.
Photographed by Briscoe
My friends...
Dear friends...
Little shadows hidden in the dark,
A whisper that echoes softly in my mind
I lost it
I lost it almost 3 years ago and I feel like I can't live without it anymore
I can't live I don't feel like myself
When you slam the door, your eyes glimmer…
Glimmer with tears, and I lose myself in their haunting beauty…
The echo of the slam sends my thoughts spiraling, while silence slowly drowns my entire universe…
The radiance of your tears has left me blind…
So blind that I can no longer face you…
All I see is darkness, the profound shadow cast by your tears
Oh, my love…
My dearest love…
My love fades, and I fade with it, lost in shadows of thought, in the silence of dreams…
In the misty breath of autumn’s gloom,
Stone crosses stand as guardians of time,
Whispering prayers in a tongue of doom,
Where leaves still dance in silence sublime.
The quiet hangs heavy, a mourning song,
Voices of past in the trees concealed.
The earth beats softly, where memories throng,
And shadows of hope in the fog are revealed.