At one point she said,” Maybe you feel too much because you remember too much. Why hold onto all that?” And barely holding myself together I said,” Where....where do I put it all down?”
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Deciduous & Clown
I haven’t held my pen for far too long I fear I’ve lost my steady hand. No harm, no foul, I don’t intend to be poetic anyway. I wanted to throw in a myriad of metaphors and irony that would throw you so far off guard you wouldn’t be able to see my point. But not today. That said, if at any point you think I am writing about you, I promise you, I am.
Gossip Girl
Then this boy that night, mid-conversation, several bluetooth scopes out of topic, had simply blurted those simple words. I remember staring at him for a while, searching for the lie, secretly hoping not to find it. I looked down at the street again, that’s when for the first time I saw what he saw. A dirty crowded street full of strangers in a hurry. A mother pushing a screaming baby on a stroller, hastily motioning for the tram driver to wait for her. The tram left seconds before she reached it anyway. A beggar sitting on a corner, playing an imaginary instrument, hoping it will amuse well-wishers. They passed by without a second glance anyway.
Collisions
"The dead receive more flowers than the living because guilt is stronger than gratitude." Do you agree?
Letter from an Idealist
They said I should write about you."It's therapy", they said. I wondered how many books I'd need to encompass all the complexities that were woven together to create you. Or locks to keep this paranoia banging at the back of my head out. How long would it take for the negative nostalgia to erupt onto … Continue reading Letter from an Idealist
Twenty Fever 