Just don’t hold anything against me. Unless you decide to be with me. You left the room with my candles still burning and your thoughts yet mourning. I put on your smell and lit a cigarette. I didn’t want to let us both go to waste. Linger on. Fragments. It was all so so nigh but we played each other goodbye. Rudely honest. Full Moon. Half Life. Sleepless hours. Only lights. There was the kind of shit from our fragmented past that we kept behind our teeth. We guarded it, not to interfere with the totality of our common present.
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Get on your knees, it’s time to play
a game that no one wins.
Just be careful not to break your chin
in the circle of fate where everything spins.
I want to wander and find my freedom again. Feel my freedom. I always had it and now when something is taking it away from me I feel trapped.
‘There’s nothing worse than an uninspired artist,’ he told me once. Live off. Live by. Live through.
‘You are over so many things,’ he declared.
‘I don’t know what am I over and who is lying under me, but this has nothing to do with pride,’ I responded. He laughed because he knew were the same.