Today I’m one with the morning.
I let it rest in my bed for a while. My boyfriend is so deeply asleep that it won’t make any difference.
Will I make a difference?
The roads are silent, a few
When I was born, my grandfather was in his 50’s, so by the time I had to go to college he was already too old to be introduced to any of my new friends. Well, almost any. There was also a girl named
I fear that one day life may take you from me
People say that sometimes that’s how lovers should be
There’s a wisdom in living both close and apart
How can wisdom be taught to a wandering
…and he asked her again…show me the happiness…teach me to love…teach me to smile…write a poem…for me…all joy, no sorrow, no pain…no hurt turning the words into tears…no memories, no regrets…
And she
What the fuck is wrong with you, Jules? What the fuck is going on with your mind? Who the hell is supposed to get you out of this shit this time? All the stories you’ve heard…Jim, Kurt, Bon….what am
He woke up with this noise wandering through his head. About last evening he could clearly remember the cloud of smoke, few undistinguished faces of people he never saw before, the smell of sweat
Once again, a very long list with “things I have to do”, “things I want to do” and “things I shouldn’t do”. She was tired of lists. She was tired of schedules, planning, obligations and any other
6 o’clock. Annoying time for people who want to sleep, perfect time for people who don’t. Unfortunately, she was part of the first category. Every day of the 5 working days of the week, at
So beautiful they are – the swans…
So much grace in the turn of their neck,
So much beauty and loss in their float over the shallow waters…
But the thing that nature refused to them
Is the thing
When years crushed my silence, they drove me along,
Away of my dreamer, away of my song.
Old tunes were forgotten – instead there was fight,
A road on the left side, a road on the right.
The
You hated me that day. Even without saying anything, I know you hated me. Maybe you would have liked me to be in her place. Your nature is kind. Hard to believe that you could ever harm anyone. Yet,
I’ll give you one day to find out who’s the owner of this torn red handherchief. By the end of the day, I’m expecting the story written right here, on my desk, in all its details. I’m expecting to
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