Sunday, 28 February 2010


What's there to conceal, when you can't find your breath - or even keep still?

I'm struggling to grasp, but I think I would fail. My head would hit the concrete, and all I'd see are the vivid pages behind the black sheet.

Hey, you. Yes, you. Thank you.

Friday, 26 February 2010


All the justifications whispered out loud to console one's self are deemed insufficient when wariness sinks in. Where did the time go? And one wonders when it will return - to daunt, to deter. Its persistence is such that one closes one's eyes, and keeps one's knees close to one's chest.

Hold my hand, for it anchors you home.

Thursday, 25 February 2010


My fondness at your attempts to articulate the world as you see around you mortifies my frosty heart. And though it falters and fears, it's still the only poison I choose to take, and seek for.

Saturday, 20 February 2010


Would you confine an entity you consider your own? In a golden birdcage, perhaps. Or in a wooden box you call home. Because, after all, in face of the unkind nature of being, we strive for what we believe.

Imagine when it sets free.

Tuesday, 16 February 2010


We're eager to relay the images in our minds. The cigarette burns and the ashes are gold.

Whatever remains becomes a source of consolation.

Saturday, 13 February 2010


It may be the effort behind each breath, it may be the white cardigan. It may be the rain, it may be the mirror in which you see yourself. It may be the vast sky above your head, it may be the cup of chocolate in my hand. It may be the murmurs of the people of the city, it may be the wooden frame of a window. It may be the city itself, and the feel of me around you.

You (and I) admit, we seek comfort from the letters formed into words. They're evidence, are they not?

Wednesday, 3 February 2010


There's a cup of coffee in each of our hands. The dark, bleak sky we adore so much is still in our heads. We witness, with our eyes, the small pieces of conversations, thrown back and forth. We're taking all the time we need to find comfort inside the forming whirlwind.

Please keep talking. I don't mind your daylighting.

Monday, 1 February 2010


I want to catch a glimpse of your mind.