Rhapsody, because it is Wednesday (1)

Piercing. That is the only fitting description of the day sky. Piercing. It is clear; the clarity of a still and deep section of a river, the kind that makes you expect something to jump out at any moment, or rather since it is the sky, to fall down. It is hot, the heavy heat …

Frontin’

“Uhm…” “Uhm…?” “I was thinking…. we could, erm….” “We could….?” “You know, if you aren’t too busy this weekend….” “Spit it out, man! For someone who claims to be a writer and an avid reader you are surprisingly inarticulate!” “Surprisingly inarticulate when it comes to you.” I do not say this out loud, I grin …

Crepitus

She put on a brave face, stoic, even in agony, as each of my words cut into her. Even in this moment, she would not let me see her cry. Or, maybe she could not anymore. Her tears had turned to ice and there was ice where her heart used to be. I could almost …

Back to sleep

You were here, now you are gone. This wasn’t a dream, but a reality covered in shadows of dreams to come and dreams deferred to near-death. Looking through the fog and seeing what I wanted to see. You have shown me how wrong I was; what sweet sorrow. I won’t dream again. I’m going back …

This is unlike you. I have never seen you like this before. What the fuck would you know about how I’m like?

Not Tonight

I am not feeling her. I want to hang up so that I can go back to The Wire, so that I can go back to sleep, so that I can go back to daydreaming. I want to get up and walk away from this restaurant, walk away from the cloying fried-foods’ smells and the …

I Will be Your Friend

I will like you if I’m the last person to do so. There’s nothing you can do to put me off you. You’re stuck with me for life. You may hate yourself, and the world may, too; but I won’t follow suit. ~ A friend of Alain De Botton. Original Article: How to Be a …

You, Me and, Maybe, Just Us Three

Sometimes wish I were more extroverted, that I were that carefree gregarious type  of person who knows everyone and whom everyone knows, the one who has hundreds of Facebook friends and thousands of twitter followers, that person who knows how to engage effortlessly and can move a crowd and work it into a joyous frenzy …

Alternatively, “many loves”

I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.” ~ Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Back to a Fitful Sleep and Back

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First Light.” It is too bright. I find the whispers of the new morning blinding and stark against the things that night hides. I close my eyes again, even as, somehow, the morning chill finds its way under the heavy covers. I pull the blankets up and …