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[cling cling makes the wine bottle spilling out on the couch harder to hide it so you crouch ouch your knees becomes soft by kneeling you submit you hate it and nobody can even see it why do you even do that no {point tniop pinot} the only thing that makes sense is the opaqueContinue reading “[drinkmorewat4r]”

the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)

a land of trivial stories   Through a dirty window I see a blurred city Each light and shadow Tells a trivial story. And I, wearing a brown sweater Stains in my shower From when I washed the dirt of my old life, I contemplate outside that window Almost ignoring the reflection Of my silhouetteContinue reading “the shade of old spectacles -the colour of wheatfields II- (full story)”

I’ll be whole again

From “The shade of old spectacles” I am a spirit I can be nothing more and nothing less So be it.   They’re my weapons against life But they will be my undoing If I don’t discard them soon They helped me when my mother was soaked in juice and her brain was all fluffyContinue reading “I’ll be whole again”

I remember

From “The shade of old spectacles” Blue The warm sea in which some people drown, the clear sky of the desert in which I got lost, the color of my backpack, of the weight of my story, the ink in my diary, the color of a 5-dollar bill you can use to buy things thatContinue reading “I remember”