October 2007
3 posts
to cry and never be heard
it was one of those cozy nights that you find hard to forget. we were sitting on the stairs, next to the train station. it was cold, half of the city was asleep, we were not. we sat next to each other, illuminated by the streetlights, a cigarette stuck between his fingers. he was not a smoker, he smokes when he’s stressed. “i’ve never felt this way about anyone. no one can...
sometimes, this place, it gets lonelier than the...
it’s slipping away, between my fingers, my toes. between the roads and spaces, between the seats of two people. between the sheets. between two telephones and the long silence that travels from one side to the other. between words typed on the screen erased by many hits of the backspace. between a million silent thoughts. between the laughter and the cry that ends up in the shower. between...
this too shall pass (me by)
the rumbling in my stomach, is the sound of emptiness eating all the butterflies you gave me.