you have made up your mind, as the door closes and maybe this is the only way maybe after all this time, we have known how everything now is in its place and as both of us untie the light dims but i’m pretty sure the city light still shines for you if time can give itself another chance for you to fall in love again would you fall in love with me?

i will never understand what he said and i will never understand how grief is a feeling that just couldn’t leave. love was such a thief! it made him on his knees and maybe she was just too naïve. i was a little kid once, small like bugs lost like pups. i liked…

on a bright day, there’s an urge feeling to going to the beach and wear my swimsuit, letting the sun kiss my skin and the seafoam to roam over it. it can be pretty warm, not so very often it can be a little harsh. sometimes the reason behind those…

one’s a calico, lively and coco bright like a snow, exciting like a rainbow singing some songs, another will follow answers with laughter, and then some meows a thrill of premises for an infinite, more. one’s a cloud, mighty and proud upon the dawn, she swirls indigo very loud patiently paints her cloak, as though day’s heart were proud graciously starts to wander, even the palette of blue bowed layers upon layers, she warmly hugs the moon, even the stars allowed.

we could go all the way, today, years and forever, but mother said, “please come home before 10” i carelessly left the door, fervently taking steps inside mortality. when things couldn’t get any better, i could feel mother’s presence everywhere. she took all the bullets, all the pointy thorns all the ivy. and if i couldn’t handle it anymore, mother will be there for me. i’m not afraid of dying. mother would hug me tight the time it will come. she would whisper me the affections i haven’t heard before the only few months i have tried to make it to the world. she would wait for me patiently with all the delicious foods and the merry.

“i’m here.” unlike the glowing golden fireflies, you sit next to me without silence you admired my eyes and knees, everything was almost nonsense it was quite distant yet i still feel your presence the kiss was warm, but no butterflies — just jouissance. “don’t worry about anything.” i do. i…

eyes were closed, hands were cold there was an attempted murder, behold! it was me, i pulled the trigger uncontrolled but now, let the story unfold what was the reason, you asked to be told maybe in for the penny, in for the gold? …

come here, take a sip of this homemade coffee and indulge the every sour part of it. the archaic cup may give it a different taste, but i don’t think it matters that much now. …

so lilac yet so warm, it wasn’t a coincidence the movement of the clouds, their airy, quiet falls as might burst of spring, the enchantment of efflorescence warming sunbeam, borrowing the magic from the night so grey yet so bright, not bothered at all swallowed by this space of mine he was a steel blue twilight in the world while i wasn’t the best, or even just fine so yellow yet so far, in silence half-lost matter of the utmost, one needed the most nightingale with a voice of longing, melody of the sunset the revered epiphany for every lifetime that dried save perhaps a slight grey in my eye