Noah Carmona

Writing is confusing. The idea of having too many ideas is amusing
Your mind, overflowing with ideas, stretches its hands out to the pencil
and the pencil reaches the paper with excitement yet doubt.

If you squint your eyes just enough, you should be able to see the dreams life laid before your eyes

Did you see them well? Maybe you needed to put some glasses on to visibly see what destiny brought to the table

It's been a while without writing. Oftentimes, I find my thoughts fleeting, drifting. Trying to focus my thoughts on writing, often leads me to be more frustrated and write incomplete prompts.

My bloodshot eyes open up to the light
My tired heart awakes asking to sleep another night
My fingers bend, feel all over the cozy blanket that has cuddled my body
But the blanket is not as warm as you are

Five wishes

Five chances, five wishes

For these five wishes provide an opportunity serene like silk

Yet the wrong wishes leave a bad aftertaste like spoiled milk

For every wish, there is a risk

Noah. Noah. 4 letters, two syllables, sweet and simple like a shortcake. This is the name that my mom decided to choose for me when I came into this world.