It was quite intense, with no sense… or some sense…And I was a guest, and you were the hostThen something was messed and craving’s utmostWith us under covers, pretending to sleepYour hands roaming over, unable to keepI rustle your hair, making silly remarkAnd you have no care, you just went with that sparkThose hands wandered… Read More “.spark with me.” [poetry.dream edition]
The “Labyrinth” You wandered through the passages of the old castle, like it was nothing.Each little moment was dwindling in the endless. You just paced to kill the time, as the teachers were in the classes, along with students and you just did not feel like you fit into all that.The thought of sitting in… Read More “The Labyrinth/Staircase” [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]
Heart was thumping in my ears. I do understand that it was pre-planned, but it was a bit too much for me in a way.It’s a top establishment for those who make money in ways that don’t seem right to many, as well as are called shady. But here we are, executing plan to get… Read More “.in moment.” [short story.dream edition]
Yeah, we go for a walkFinding new coffee stopAnd so in then we popJust a second to talk Then the coffee in cupAnd the foot that you tapAnd the fingers on lapWith your hand on my bad As you look out the windowAs I look on at youI can really though see nowHow I’m in… Read More “Coffee, love, hand” [poetic]
Like old-school rock And light’s that flock, And bow and follow With grace of swallow
“I’d be dying from embarrassment, if a handsome guy would do that…” The talk at the table wavered off that way and this sentence was the end of the conversation.
It’s been raining cats and dogs. The hard droplets were making cars beep and weep in protest, as they were bombarded with plenty of great strength by rain. The hum is so nostalgic. Like the petrichor that comes after. Radio station “Yufuin” produces great music, that plays on and on. Mixing with the thunder growls… Read More “Soft Thunder Radio” (short story)
Dwell, you should dwell on it Breathe, as lungs fill with chill Catch, last of thin tail of it Your dreams and goals – make them real.
Perhaps it was, by now – hours, of making circles in this maze. Perhaps even more time passed, but due to lack of light and being enclosed within these walls – I’m not sure about time anymore. After that hell rabbit went away – miraculously, my body began co-operating with me. To top it off… Read More Chapter 13 – Parallels Book