His eyes, staring into nothing.
world building on commission by UNICEF.
“It’s… so sad,” she mumbled as she motioned to him to follow her…
Day #6 I woke up and decided to go to the park near home. At the entrance I met her. “Arrgh!” I wanted to be alone today. A family of monkeys was playing in the canopy I like. I decided to sit on the dewy grass. I like how the water soaks up one’s clothes. […]
I Like This
I wake up, draw the curtains, and there, falling diagonally, is sane rain.
The spiraling tale of the barely eaten lobster. The napkin in the salad. The misplaced fork on the table. A nearly empty bottle of wine.
Of Buns and Left Hands
“Would you say your soul resides in your hair?”
Down By The River
In her eyes and in that cool water, he was cool.
Guns and Roses
Handing her the rose, he says: “It’s black though.”
Stifling a sob and a tear from running down her cheek, Lila asked, “Your people. My people. What or who are these?”
Why was he now, in this reverie, choosing to remember of past times, past places and of aspirations now only a shout into the void.