The perfect size, though the feeling’s not always just right; I never want to leave.
I can't see the words in my head that I need to make you like me. All there is is darkness.
"Why did you talk to me?" I asked him, as we walked down the street at 9:40pm. "I don't know, I saw you and really wanted to talk to you." "Well I really wish you hadn't. I'm uncomfortable and I want to go home but I can't while you're with me because I don't know … Continue reading #29: The Sound of Silence
I am not a machine. I cannot produce perfectly timed, perfectly rhymed poetry at the drop of a hat. Each piece will not come out with the same quality, the same ferocity. Each piece these days is nothing but perfunctory. I am a machine. I cannot produce beautifully allegorical, beautifully metaphorical poetry at the drop … Continue reading #28: Puzzle
Nothing feels better than taking care of myself. Work outs and coffee in the morning, face masks and tea in the evening - nothing is too much of a commitment, too much of a burden, for the feeling of renewal it brings me. In a single day, I probably do most things just to take … Continue reading #27: Refreshed
Tomorrow morning I have to wake up at 6am, in order to leave my accommodation by 7am, in order to make my flight home. I hate waking up, especially when I’ve only slept a little. It’s 1am now. Whoops. If I sleep a lot and wake up naturally, then waking up is fine. It’s welcome. … Continue reading #26: Alarm Clock
Whoops. I'm doing it again. Saying no. But no, it's no slip up. It's not a mistake. It's vacation and laughter and good times. It's friendship. Goodnight.