One night only: Chapter Four

Ever wondered why people like to be high? The feeling of euphoria, escapism from earth to a planet scientist can't even put into words. It's not explosions, it's not combustions and earthquakes, it's a different kind of peace, a different kind of high. Infused by his scent, his warm breath hitting my lips every time... Continue Reading →

Cornflakes in solitude: who hurt you?

You'll never know how damaged you can be until someone finds you solid and smashes you onto the floor, watch you burst apart and break into a thousand pieces some visible, some not, exactly like a glass. You don't break silently as well, you explode, echo in the room, let your pain be heard just... Continue Reading →

A RIDE

My world is a one way same old life, plain fields and empty roads with a speed limit of 5mile per hour. I need a ride to a world only you can take me to, a world where the sun shines brighter, the flowers grow bigger and the road looks longer, where no other will... Continue Reading →

One night only: chapter three

In times like these were all that we feel can be defined under the umbrella of pure joy, time is either our friend or our enemy. When one feels her heart pumping blood ferociously sending electricity throughout the body, triggered by the dexterity and lightening from the fingers of a man aiming to please - time also... Continue Reading →

One night: Chapter two

I was shaking. I was shivering and I was scared. I sat in my flat as I saw the clock tick, my palms getting sweaty, my heart beating at my throat and my mind calculating the many reasons why I should probably start seeing a therapist or something because clearly, I am out of my... Continue Reading →

A series of the word fuck

Do you wanna know just how fucked up life can be, or at least how it can really fucking suck at times? There's goes... So you wanna fuck somebody that won't fuck you or doesn't want to fuck you, which makes you feel unfuckable while you fully know there is someone who would die to... Continue Reading →

the cigarette

For the cigarette... I watched you pull a box from your jeans, Snap it open and pull one out not so eagerly and yet not so gentle For the cigarette... I watched you light it up, your lips grasping tight at it, your big hands lighting it up with a gold etched lighter, 'Cause of... Continue Reading →

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