I keep my eyes open at night. I watch the dust as it hovers. And falls. I touch the walls to make sure I’m here. I touch my bones to make sure I’m real. Maybe if I keep myself perfectly still, the earth beneath me will come to a halt too. Continue reading Walls
I want to drink up this evening
every last drop
to absorb all the essence
keep it bottled up Continue reading 13/05/19
The howling of the wind makes the clouds of my dream part. My eyelids slowly lift, tugged at by reality. Another day begins. The universe won’t listen. A voice begs me to stay. Don’t open your eyes just yet. Continue reading Wind
I want to fall, to dissolve past the point of no return. Continue reading collapse
Words. I keep them locked inside my head, where they multiply and grow. They never stop. My thoughts – dark clouds and smoke, thick enough to make me choke. I think, and through the words I birth I bring myself to tears. Continue reading A Somewhere Safe
The sky was white, the city blurred by the fog. I didn’t know where to go or what to say to myself. I went to the shopping mall on a Monday afternoon with no reason to be there, except to just walk around and stare at the people, to do something other than what I usually do. I came back to an empty flat with … Continue reading 5/11/18
Hello? Are you alone?
Because of you, I wasn’t.
Words. All we had were words; ones I tried not to remember, ones I tried to throw away.
Sometimes I still see your face in my dreams, asking:
Who are you now? Continue reading Are You Alone?
I read my book in the bath. Candlelight and a dripping tap. Someone screams outside. I try very hard not to be here, focusing on words that don’t belong to me. If I just stay afloat… I don’t want to move and I don’t want to stay. For now, I try not to think about your hand on my back and the way you … Continue reading Bathwater
I’ve been waiting for the moon. Still, when it peeks from behind the buildings, it almost comes as a surprise. The whole world is looking up. Somehow, I feel like the last person on earth.
I have missed so many moments. I have written so many things out of my memory – lost, never to be restored.
If time is fluid, I think I’m drowning. Continue reading The Blood Moon
I try to make myself feel alright, but it leaves me feeling empty. I’m full of holes I fill with faded visions and imaginary conversations; the things that come to haunt me in the short hours between one day and the next. I think I’m awake, but I’m stuck in a dream. The same sequence over and over again. You were there for a while. … Continue reading Bedtime Stories