two dark-haired girls

what is man? I’m surely not the first to ponder this question, and yet I won’t be the last. and how would I know, above all? what I know is: man is formed by his past, and sometimes the past doesn’t stay where it belongs, but pops up in the present.
this is what happened with [...]

history repeating

takes me a while to realize who sent me this mail. I had expected much, but this, man, takes me by surprise. I read the sender again. wow, I think. what the, I think. that’s about all I can think of this very moment.
then, finally, after taking a deep breath, I click the mail [...]

doesn’t matter where she is tonight

maybe it was because of the biting cold on the city rail platform in the outskirts of the southern secret capital. maybe it was because of the long dark hair of a woman shivering not far away from me in the yellowish light of an internal illuminated street light commercial structure.     

stairs

He was running. Same route, higher speed. Heartrate beyond 170, beats almost a single sound. Wind and blood fighting in his ears for dominance. The heat of the day had a hold only in singular still sunny spots along the track. Mostly, the air had a wet coolness. Felt like running through a [...]

YYOUU

what is life without you?
a series of chores
done because they are there
done to rip my thoughts away from you
if even only for an instant
because otherwise I would go berserk with despair and rage    

the day after leaving her

“I love you”, I texted her at night. I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU, that’s what I wanted to shout out loud. I was in despair. I was in disrepair. I was destroyed. I was in love.    

night – the hotel

We make love the whole night. In the morning, we fall asleep for one hour or some. Then we make some more love. We leave the hotel without breakfast because it is too late for breakfast. Too much making love.
I am the first to take a shower. After walking the whole day in the sun [...]

morning – the airport

I am on a plane again. This time, no business meeting. No money business. I am on a plane that will take me to her. To Esme. Esme, my love. It’s only 90 minutes. It’s the longest 90 minutes of my life.
I almost missed the plane. Came to the airport late, then went to the [...]

as if we didn’t do no thing not (08-29, 23:45)

<!–[if gte mso 9]> Normal 0 21 false false false MicrosoftInternetExplorer4 <![endif]–><!–[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]–> <!–[endif]–>Never surrender, no regrets. True, we didnt do many things. Didnt touch. Didnt kiss. Didnt do whatever. Did I wanna do that?   

I regret this stupid hair (08-29, 22:09)

I am back to the place of a cow climbing up the wall..It feels different this time,crowded,loud and posh.