Reading Time: < 1 minute I can’t tell myself from a walking corpse I roam this world Wander through endless cycles Of some useless game At day’s end I feel 87 yet I haven’t even sprouted The fountain of memory has dried up Only a desert remains No oasis for my soul No calm for my body My conscience hops …
Month: March 2020
Reading Time: 4 minutes You might think you have struck gold with a particular set and two or three weeks later, it joins the previous occupant of the box of damaged goods. For this one, you didn’t even get to ever open the nicely packed spare pair of plugs gift to cushion your ears. The only other mistake you can make, is purchase a new one.
It’s always a heartbreak story. With everyone. At least eventually.
Reading Time: < 1 minute Rivers run
The sight of onions
And going her way
Always on the run
Like A fugitive
forming figurative figures
These rivers keep on flowing
Reading Time: 4 minutes I once tried making friends with a writer; it was and is one of the worst decisions I ever made. I was a young writer back then, yet to read much more important books and sink into genre-defining films that’d not only change my view of the world but as my way of writing as …