“I wish”, she said. “I wish, too”, I thought. In the bus I mentioned to her how I thought we were similar. How I’ve been there, feeling lost. It is noone’s moral obligation to hold your hand and guide you, but sometimes it’s nice to hear someones been there. Makes you feel you’re not alone.
The human brain is a funny thing. Every passing day I’m driven by thoughts of impatience, mostly stemming from my inaction in the moment, or worrying about the future, or what have you. It’s a reality that time is running out. And every single day my brain stops and reminds me of the same. Every
“The water feels like it’s hugging me,” I said. She nodded with a smile. The salty water filled my ears and my eyes. I looked up as I floated and saw a clear dark sky, filled with stars. There was an ever longing sense of belonging there, when I floated, holding her soft hands. When
A clear good. A good away from confusions, blurs, hindrances, deadly thoughts, and yourself. Well, the real yourself I guess. A good filled with rawness. Filled with random, bright flowers you come across. Filled with odd, gooey, green stuff you find stuck on your finger. Filled with the immersion of love you pour onto an
There’s a rum silence on the street tonight. The wind is constant. It doesn’t brace your skin with a cold thump considering it’s late April already. I have the usual suspects with me. A box of cigarettes, and a peculiar yellow lighter. I sat down on a ledge, after looking for a clean spot for