broken backrest

Last time, we spend a big part of our common life in the park. A bench became our planet, the small green area with its trees and bushes and playgrounds and flowerbeds and the river were our world. That was then.

nothing can kill you when you’re already dead

I read Esme’s mail on the market square of the big city in the south. I had just been talking to some guys who had created a web community for youths but behaved as if they were twice my age. On my way to the airport, I had stopped by the market to buy some food [...]

love, or madness? (09-09, 18:06)

This morning, they were playing our song we aint got, in a store. Almost Lover. Sound quality was lousy, just how I felt.    

evening – the yard

We are back to the spot in the courtyard. It is busy now, but we find a place. I am really, really hungry, so I order a soup and a main dish. Water with it, I am a little tired. I don’t want to be tired, but I am.
During dinner, she talks to a [...]

keep on projecting a world

what do we see when we see other people? do we see how they are? how we want them to see? do we see an image projected by others? or do we see merely shadows on the wall of a cave?
how I see you: kaleidoscopial. you are so many things, I told you so already. [...]

on lips never touched (08-28, 04:43)

Having returned from the airport, I found your message. No sleep for me as well. Long to cradle you in my arms and rock you to sleep.