June 2013
1 post
May 2013
11 posts
I am afraid of other people. I hesitate to talk to them. I’ve been held with a distance, most of the time, even by my family. Perhaps my nature is to blame for this, in some way. I have always been very quiet, saying only a few things at a time. I would rather do something with you in silence than…
I believe that back when Shakespeare and Marlowe were alive, the oldest friends they could have had were in their forties. This is quite frightening, knowing that you live in an age where by the time you’re raving around in your twenties, half your life has already passed. I am an awful…
April 2013
1 post
March 2013
9 posts
Once the evening fell on our bare feet,
the matching socks we wore
were no longer warm,
and your outstretched arms
which covered my shoulders
like a blanket in the desolate winter,
leaves with the morning light.
I stopped getting up
early
in the morning
for you,
because I’m tired
of realizing
that it if I never came
to see you
the first morning,
you will never wake up
for me
at all.
Hollow hearts beat a hollow tune
of perpetual romances ending too soon
faraway eyes meet faraway souls
lost in the incantation of the moon
dancing with the graceful sun
lovers running and running
never done.