Black and Gold
I can’t believe I found my all-time favourite fairy-tale film… Gosh, such production doesn’t even exist these days, and some would say thank God – but it’s my childhood memory that doesn’t even invite nano-3D miracles for competition. Read the rest of this entry »
Never been
To the island of the blessed
Didn’t see the winemakers
Didn’t smell the jasmines didn’t pick
Olives didn’t put to wineskins
The sun didn’t burn
Wind didn’t wail
Didn’t shower the rain
Earth didn’t carry
Never been
To the island of the cursed
Didn’t see the poison makers
Didn’t caress the blade buried not
Copper axe in the earth
The sun didn’t burn
Wind didn’t wail
Didn’t shower the rain
Earth didn’t carry
The sun didn’t burn
Wind didn’t wail
Didn’t shower the rain
Earth didn’t carry
The sea didn’t bathe
Fire didn’t touch
Didn’t welcome the abyss
Earth didn’t carry
3.30 am. We sit on the sofa, feet up; she says, wanna hear the song I’ve been playing on repeat?
We listen smiling and she goes, hey wait this could totally be your song, too!
And I’m like, yeah…
My close friends know the one anxiety I have – apart from anything related to marriage: it’s getting lost.
I know I’ve been here but every time it looks like a new place: no exit, nothing to take hold of, eternal.
Yes, I am in that transition period.
Sometimes I listen to my own pep talk of self-awareness, well-managed expectations and being cool about the universal flow that flows away from me, and think I’m just so full of it.
You often say I’m much more rational and composed than you but I suspect we both understand it’s mere etiquette and my #glassmountain
there’s nothing like driving empty streets
the sky inviting daylight
no cars to overtake
just chet and me
feels like a film
where i play
someone
i want
to be
I met her in the beauty salon. It appears we have been going to the same Hairstylist for years.
She sat in an adjacent chair and was having her roots done while reading her Kindle. I was skimming through glance magazines – the beauty salon is the place for me to catch up on the latest gossip free of charge as I don’t buy it anyway, and to look for acquaintances on the last pages.
The Hairstylist made some tea.
Have a candy.
The change is ongoing.
Even when we speak truths less pleasant than the regular small talk, they do not disrupt our connection. Read the rest of this entry »