Ettelbruck station, the train stops and I get out and call my parents to tell them where I am, their place, back when everything was still fine. I shouldn't have called, they told me not to run away, but to talk. But I don't want to discuss with them, I already know what's going on,... Lees verder →
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 →
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 →
It's just sex We were in film history class. German Expressionism. What I found an incredibly fascinating art period, did nothing for a while. It was as if Faust was sitting next to me and whispered, go now man, do it now, you'll be rid of it. Nosferatu, Murnau 1922 It was Rusty sitting next... Lees verder →
It's your choice "And how about if I go one day to the ladies of pleasure?"A long silence fell in the car. I could see his thoughts grinding. As if he first had something, like yes, of course, I did it also, and then suddenly changed his mind."Uhm, well, son, that depends on what you... Lees verder →
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 →
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 →
Fastfood romantics 