She has pure brown irises. She wears her long wavy hair as if a gentle breeze would dwell there, as if that is where everything is created. Her gaze sends that pleasant breeze my direction. She sits alone. I sit at a table in the same cafe as her and suck from an empty caffeine... Lees verder →
Ooh I want! I want haunted the child running into darkness down long corridors of delight no, I don't want to go outside let me, let me wandering in the dark, I want, I want oh so nothing!
Locked in my little room, on break, I stopped studying for a while. Scrolling around now in front of my zombie screen. An Asian man who has to estimate the weight of three very busty women, feels and smells, she squeezes him between her breasts and then he emerges, looking intoxicated. Lost in size. Fake... Lees verder →
Between the terrace and me is a canal where pleasure boats pass by. Across the street, an old cigar shop flaunts itself. It tempts me. But I don't go. I won't take those big leaves rolled on woman thighs anymore. I don't want to be a copy of him. My bio dad. He procreated and... Lees verder →
Last weekend I dove into Camden Town to get a bit of the Amy Winehouse feel before going to see the film about her life. But like the film, I kept it a bit boring. I didn't use drugs, did sniff weed on the street and drank a Camden's Hell and Guinness. But that was... Lees verder →
She’s back. Her eyes look different, like traveling back and forth, didn’t do well. As if the pressure of being in different places at the same time, lingers on. She’s silent. While I explain the grammar of things like past perfect and past continuous. This new language for her. She wants to be in Ukraine,... Lees verder →
I am 21, and at this age I am really discovering it, that I am alive, or rather becoming aware that I am effectively breathing, feeling and being who I am. That my mind and body are one unit, which together can control each other, and that both are inseparable here on this globe. But... Lees verder →
Fastfood romantics 