Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Taking a breather - May 25, 2011

You've been sitting on the couch for about 20 minutes.

Your sweat has formed a thick, wet layer between the rexin and your skin.

You don't care.

It's dark. You like it that way.


The light switch is placed right behind the couch.

Before you had switched off the light, you had looked around the room. Very slowly.

It felt like you were saying goodbye to all the things that you own.

As soon as it was dark, you seated yourself and felt very happy.

At first, like always, you were filled with excitement.

This is probably the only time when you felt comfortable about the dark.


After a few seconds, the shapes start to form.

Recognizable shapes. 

You block out the sounds.

And concentrate on controlling the shapes instead.

At that moment, you see how black mixes so easily with darkness.

Everything starts to move like it had a pulse.

It's a very comforting rhythm.


You pay attention to your breathing.

And wonder if you could pause life at this moment.




Monday, May 23, 2011

An Old Friend - May 24, 2011

You haven't seen that face in years.

8 years, to be exact.

This detail is important. 

Why? Because it feels right.


It was a meaningless friendship.

More of an attraction.

Towards the face.

Not the person.


You make small talk now.

An old friend, humour, makes an appearance.

So does desire.

Just like they did, 8 years ago.


You never wanted the other person as a conquest.

You've always wanted them to want you instead.

And once they did that, they became worthless.


And you?

You became the rejector.


Friday, May 6, 2011

Eye tea edge

You pathetic fuck. If I were you, which I am, I'd slap you across the face with my boot. But your thoughts are your penance.

Haha to you, you stupid, stupid man.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


I was sitting on the ledge smoking my cigarette, and for what seemed like the first time in years, I looked up towards the sky.

I felt old.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

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Every morning, I wake up to the sound of the flapping poster at the foot of my bed. I flatten the poster out till it sticks again, and go back to sleep.

I wish that poster was us.