It’s gonna make you cry

I look at her and she does not remind me of anyone from my past. Her eyes give me the feeling that I don’t need anything else. Her hand slowly caresses my body awaking the monster inside me. I want to be vulnerable with her. Is it her energy or is it the fact that … Continue reading It’s gonna make you cry

ONE-NIGHT STAND

YOLO, or whatever it is that you say when you encounter one of them on one or more of your countless weekend night escapades when intentional sobriety is never an option. Your first encounter locates you in a two-roomed crib in the city you reside in solely for the purpose of pursuing further education but … Continue reading ONE-NIGHT STAND

JADED

I’m fresh from watching a video where, in an unfortunate sequence of events a lady jumped off a roof. A rather morbid way to start a story, I know, but who am I if not your cultured purveyor of emotions, and it would seem that, after avoiding it for so long , its finally time … Continue reading JADED

HOLLOW

It’s paradoxical really, how fragile we are. Physically we stumble, fall and get scarred. Scars sting for a while, then they scab over, and before you know it, all you have left is a faint phantom pain whenever you gaze at a scar, a memory of what was. For all the talk you’ll find in … Continue reading HOLLOW

SWEATER WEATHER

I remember when we were kids and we were asked to write compositions, almost invariably we would find a way to squeeze in, “It was raining cats and dogs”, to start. I’m realizing now, with my significantly less pure and innocent brain that most of these composition beginnings looked like scenes straight out of stranger … Continue reading SWEATER WEATHER

FACADES

I’m a writer, I like to think that if I tell myself something enough times, it’ll be true. It isn’t even really a lie, I’m writing this aren’t I? You’re nodding slowly, I can see it and I’m matching it, frantically, nod for nod, but it doesn’t work. It’s frightening how no matter how much … Continue reading FACADES

Perspective

The number of times you expressed your desire to “break patterns” soon became sickening. But wonderfully, it held up properly in its own way. You indeed, found yourself a new obsession and muse, and you unabashedly revelled in dwelling on and fantasising about it. First, there was the fact that you were totally blindsided. By … Continue reading Perspective

So Hukuji?

“So hukuji?!” It was more of an aggravation than a question as he mistakenly hurled a half-full tumbler of tap water across the bedsitter apartment and onto a four by six spring bed in the corner. One could almost perceive the soul being sucked out of his being following the confirmed disappointment after receiving the … Continue reading So Hukuji?