Aging Stories

my perspective on my life now

You can travel the world together and still feel the distance. A Canadian man returns to Greece with his Greek wife, hoping that time away-ancient ruins, mountain roads, olive groves warmed by sun-might soften what years of responsibility have tightened. They are not broken. But they are no longer certain they are moving in the same direction. As they travel, old myths surface alongside newer doubts. Symbols recur-the owl, the olive, the laurel-quiet reminders that love, like history, survives through attention and care, not grand gestures. What begins as a shared journey becomes an intimate reckoning with marriage, desire, aging, and the fear of losing the person who knows you best. This is not a story about falling in love. It is about choosing each other-again. For readers who love slow-burn relationships, emotionally intelligent storytelling, second-chance love, and romances where connection deepens through honesty rather than spectacle.

in which I torment myself by writing Shakespearean sonnets.

My father in law's wife (of three years) called the cops on him in January. He was in the house and... she didn't know who he was. My father in law's memory isn't much better. I have been writing about the process of moving him to memory care and clearing out his house.

These poems draw inspiration from death, life, time, ageing, achievements and failures. Also, those moments where it isn't clear if you are dead, alive, or if you are dreaming or not... What does it mean being dead? What does it mean being alive? Which emotions will we have? Will we suffer? These questions are at the base of my first original poems. Hopefully, more will come.

"Maria Isabella Martínez".... or just "M.M" 13 years old June 30th, Yeah! During pride month! My creator, Deli, made this on pride month because some people in the story are Trans, Gay, Lesbian, And Bisexual.. Creators note:M.M is a nickname for Maria.. her bestie Violet named it for her, at school Maria is not her "Dominican angelic girl" like at home .. at school she's a damn beast, Maria figures out things she shouldn't know..like how the hottest guy in middle school parents are abusing him.. follow her throughout her "boring" middle school life

In a morning that feels like every other, nea Sandu wakes before the world does. Not because he has somewhere to be-only because this is what old age does: it steals your sleep and leaves you with rituals. He moves carefully through the apartment, afraid to wake his wife, and clings to the small routines that still make the day feel orderly: a note on the fridge, a trip to the shop, tea prepared in advance, newspapers read in the cold air of the park. But outside the safety of habit, the world has changed its face. The park no longer feels friendly. People considered familiar are suddenly strangers. Words arrive too quickly, sharper than intended. And behind ordinary gestures-buying groceries, reading headlines, sitting at the backgammon table-something begins to drift out of place. Told with restraint, warmth, and a subtle tension that grows between the lines, this short story captures the fragile border between everyday normality and the moment it starts to crack. It's a portrait of aging, grief, and quiet devotion-of a man trying to hold onto love, dignity, and control, even as his own mind and body begin to betray him. A simple day, written like a whisper-until you realize the silence is doing all the talking.

A poem

This novel is about a girl named Abigail with a rare condition, this condition affects her aging system, so at the age of 22 Abigail's aging system died. This condition is scientifically called 'Agnothosism'.

Here's poetry.

my second book of poems about time and aging written about two years ago

"The Journey of Life's Tapestry" is a reflective and poignant exploration of the various stages and experiences that make up the human journey. This poem delves into the profound moments of life, from the exuberance of youth to the wisdom of age, emphasizing the importance of cherishing each moment and treasuring the memories we create. It is a lyrical reminder of the intricate and beautiful tapestry that is woven throughout our existence, capturing the essence of the human experience.

All of the hiding, it's because of the hunt And if they haven't chased you, Then you don't know enough to judge... Nocturnalisms is a collection of poems about living with night owl tendencies, seeing through narcissists and their mind games, experiencing depressive lows and manic highs, wondering about your ancestors and ancient worlds, and maybe a few other things-music, puppies, superstitions and a tiny rant or two... Nocturnalisms are poems for whispers, kisses, chaos, circus lights, and black dirt. Written in April 2023.

Word to Rhyme is a couplet poem about change, and aging. I hope you enjoy it. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan.

Roads riddled with vivacious greenery, and mighty rolling waves lapping the shore, I long more than anything to take her there. Hand in hand, walking barefoot in the evening sand; she’s never seen the ocean...

Happy 39th

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