Hey, you.

My career, my life, my heart —
is nobody’s past time.

Not someone’s spare,
nor a contingency plan.

I’m the option.

I’m worth the trip;
the essence of the journey.
I’m the destination.

You just need to man up and grow a pair.


Flowers | SashaManuel.com - Life in stills and words. Photo-journal of Sasha Manuel.

Like any flower, hope wilts with time. Sooner without care.
It blooms at the touch of air and light. Nourished, it radiates.


As a child would.
Eyes glued shut and willing the universe to defy its own laws.
For time to go slow or pass quickly, stand still — or perhaps go in reverse.

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First kiss


in the dark
with dancing colours
only a sliver of light on you
grabbed me
pulled me around

a quick kiss


jolted me
left me melting.

22 March 2014

Trivia: a year old memory, seared fresh. Unforgotten. Photo taken at MOJO Yangon, Myanmar, January 2015

How you doing?

Decour, Wall - Shiki-Tei Japanese  | SashaManuel.com - Life in stills and words. Online Photo-journal by Sasha Manuel

How a single line can alter your mood, turn your knees to jelly, heat up your skin.

“How you doing?”

It may pretty well be more on the person asking than the actual line. It is after all a casual question that can be thrown around loosely. He’s just got that sort of personality. Put enough thought that it’s in an email that came with no subject. His name appearing in your inbox is far more familiar than seeing that gorgeous smile on his face.

Loose. Casual. Flippant. Easy.

Throwing in a flirt here and there. There’s still time for folks to catch on.

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Grit and Success

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Two quotes that brought me to break an unspoken pact to stay away from producing words and leaving them here.

“Grit is having stamina. Grit is sticking with your future, day in, day out, not just for the week, not just for the month, but for years, and working really hard to make that future a reality. Grit is living life like it’s a marathon, not a sprint.” ~ Angela Duckworth

Resonating a mute echo — I should not be here. I cannot be here. I must not be here. From pleas to take me away from where I am, to appeals to make magic possible and allow me to disappear.

Time flies too quick when all you want it to do is stand still. It drags and drags and drags when you want it to end. You wait a minute, a day, a decade. The saddest thing to find is an unchanged circumstance. Or having come full circle.

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