Marisa Gomez
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Mors Draconis
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. Thelonious' thoughts are drifting off again as his aged boat gently rocks on the cool lake waves. The warmth of the spring sun is caressing his flushed cheeks as the mist coming off the body of the crisp water offers a refreshing chill upon his face. The more his mind stays stagnant on the recently accepted creatures, the more his frustration grows; his internal thoughts increasingly contradicting his external surroundings that are dressed in nothing but the beauty of nature.
By Marisa Gomez4 years ago in Fiction
An Ode to Your Fiery Corona
Dear Mother, I don't think I ever took a moment to truly tell you how utterly amazed I was by you. So here is my confession to you, my deepest appreciation for the strength I don't even know if you knew you had, but the strength I saw daily.
By Marisa Gomez4 years ago in Families
Who Broke The Chess Board?
Hey Mama, I just want to tell you that the memory of us sitting opposite of each other at the small wooden table outside, with nothing but a marble chess board between us will always be my favorite. The warm desert air upon my cheeks filled me with such content. A feeling I have tried hard many times to recreate, and a feeling you could give me with such ease.
By Marisa Gomez4 years ago in Confessions
