– Hey, can you sleep?– No. And you?– Can’t manage either. What are you thinking?– What would I not be thinking of?– Mmm… White frogs?– What? Why white frogs?– Well, that you did not think of.– Mmm…yeah, you got a point.– So?– I can’t seem to be having shit under control.– Right now most of… Read More “.conversation.” [short story]
The whole of the situation we got in was plain and simple.I found you once the rain hit heavy on the town and made me go and hide in park, right at the new sitting spot. And I truly thought that I was alone. But no, there you were.I did not really pay attention to… Read More “.rain.” [short story]
“Behind those doors lies the world of wonder.” – Thy thought, as hands are tied and feet seem to reside in slumber.“There lies the world of fairy tales and magic.” – Thy spoke, as the marrow of what said is fought.The world beyond was thought to be this way, and fought for, as the miracles… Read More “Behind those doors..” [short story]
The roads are filled with traffic, as the pedestrians hurry to and from.At night it seems more like a quiet, abandoned moment from a film, that was created long ago. The projector streams onto wall the memories we’ve somehow created. The lesser and lesser I remember of how it was, the more and more I… Read More “Nature inside brick conundrum” 12.2020 prompts
Gentle hands and tasty coffeeSound of road and salty taffeeBuses pass in window frameBeasts mechanical and tamed Once again the Faust in storyWaiting for you, not to worrySun is blasting out the heatMay the rain make out the beat Time feels slow, as if not goingFurther down might be of comingShadows, memories forgottenBack to haunt,… Read More “Faustino..” [poetry]
Ah, the day is just as annoying as it is bright. Sun shining, sky blue, but the wind kills the mood. It is blowing hard, messing up the hairdo, the clothes the ideas inside the head; with just on and on force of blow that transcends into rage inside of me. Hate so much wind.… Read More “Watching light dust” [musings]
The buzz reminds of cicadas, the one that is through the side entrance. The buzz next to me is more like a purr of a cat. And slowly, surely, the flowers bloom on my hands. Slowly bleeding out to be perfectly healed in time, to be beautiful and be a sort of reminder and shield.… Read More “Musings” (short story)
The Musings of the Day (aka the prequel to the “Have to go” topic) PG
Journal/Musings PG Many sounds, noises – filling in the room around. The planes, that pass above, the cars on nearby street, the people in the kitchen making food, the buzzing of the vent in the floor installation, the wind in the window, the hum of the laptop… and there is the saving sound of a… Read More Ticking of a watch [Musings]
When taking a notice of the things that surround you, sometimes you find things that are certainly out of place. Like the new cat neighbours got, or the different plants that appeared in near garden. Sometimes it’s the slight change about the people at the bus stop that you see every day. It is proved… Read More Bright out light
