The Mulatta is Gone by Minute by Minute

To write or not to write—that is my daily battle—not because I have a hard time expressing my emotions, thoughts, and feelings through the use of words, sentences, and punctuations, but because I do it too much. Just like the photographer and his/her camera, I always find myself capturing the moment—using the pencil and paper as my tools. I often find myself experiencing a constant desire to write about the sun setting on the west; the lover’s moon; the rain drops in the American South; the child that plays with his mom at the park; the girl who rides the train on Sunday morning—with no specific destiny. I like to capture life special moments, for as the minutes go by, they fade into the past.

Today I have captured this moment. Click to read.