I miss the days, of edamame and stand-up comedies. I miss the smiles and sways, laughs, drinks, and games. I miss the days of beers darts, and cheers. I miss those times, of wonder and wines. I miss those old flickers, without seeing the real pictures. I miss water guns, and I miss real fun. […]
Month: May 2018
The Waste (I)
THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. THUMP! THUMP! Whoooooosh. Ssssss. Paris’s footfalls rapidly struck the dusty, dirt road. Stomped into the air, gritty brown particles rose in small puffs around the spots struck by his feet, hung in the desert air for a long breath, then returned to the […]
DreamerFuturism
One day, some day, I’ll be on my way. One day, that day, I’ll have what I want. Some day, future day, I will know who I am. Some time, some place, I’ll get what I want. That time, that point, I will be what I wish. That spot, that second, I will be what […]
Vacancy
I have found a room in the house, that you would no longer haunt. I have barricaded myself in this room, and have tried to dream your ghost away. But your wailing fills the halls. And your shrieks echo in the stairwells. Your chill seeps through the cracks, and your lavender tinged perfume wafts in […]