and then when I hear youat the bar with all the blows you’ve received the seasons wandered beyond the window paneand you question yourself like in politics, it seems unreal “You go further than I want,” you say thenwhen I touch you and ask to descend deeper, your head wet with sweat, “you go too... Lees verder →
Life for lust (Part 1)
Part One I'm going to do it. Otherwise, I will jump on every human being who looks me in the eyes and smiles or better laughs at me, while I’ll give my whole soul and it would be sucked dry only to be extinguished like a cigarette butt afterwards. I don't want to enter a... Lees verder →
Stunned
you pound headstrong with regained violence against closed doors being free as you thought pushes you unexpectedly to places you already came our stupid heads bangs itself against broken fortresses until it explodes you lay the remains to rest where no one has come yet, heroism lies far away and you bash and you bash... Lees verder →
Back to Odessa
The bus drives through large puddles of water. Rain falls from the sky. It drives towards my hometown. I can still hear her voice in my head, a voice that crackles a little, but otherwise neatly conceals all emotion. I turn on the sound of my earbuds, louder, it doesn’t help, I turn it off,... Lees verder →
Under pressure
the socials I find of heroes and romantics are too lovely to be mine resemble those of a romantic fool with small stories of crash and burn not so funny or witty just some shit I try (to survive) so every day I refuse to post great socials that aren’t true
Tied up like Cupid
It is urgently time to write my story. I'm studying at the film academy. Screenwriting, because I love cinematic stories, and I prefer to write them myself. My friends are better with images behind the camera, I with images on paper. I'm in my hundredth year, at least it feels that way. It is as... Lees verder →
Train wreck
Steaming heat from the countless holes collides and jumps with the cold, screaming children's voices, an electronic sound swells like tears from hell, they play up, from the restless animal, monotonous noise, silences thoughts, and lead the way home. I leave the waiting room, while a woman right in front of me slams the door.... Lees verder →
