F Train ( Years Later)

  Tonight she’s on the F train. Surrounded by strangers. Tired faces and smells she wouldn’t be able to describe. Looking around at their faces she sees their story. The frustrations of everyday struggles and hustle, the rush to get to point Z from point A. I look around and I find my reflection staring back…


her fingers glide over the skin of my hands as she traces the path to my beating chest nails grazing the sensitive skin scared to leave a mark on the already scorned skin bright red and scorching hot. the path she left left nothing but utter grief. her fingers glide throughout my hair and slowly…


  I’m lost at sea parched.  Salty cracks on my skin decorating me with life’s rough patches of solitude in solidarity with my need for moister.  Inevitable thirst.  A drought, but not for water,  A thirst for you. Gabriela A Tejada ~Images Taken by Me~ Copyright © 2018 All Rights Reserved.  

Hues of Summer

Enjoying Summer  The Creation Of Flowers Of Natures Beauty.  Gabriela A Tejada ❤ Photos Taken by Me Copyright © 2018 All Rights Reserved.