I am writing fireflies and my stocking is ripped. Not big, just a small nick. Got somehow caught in between the pedal of my bike and something else mysterious. Guerilla gardening.
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Everyone’s soulmate, nobody’s partner.
He once told me that he felt I was writing especially for him. But one day he stopped reading and my writing continues. Still, It didn’t matter, because my writing is not a writing when he’s not there to read it.
There is something so right about fireflies. The earthworms would wait for their time to hatch and fly out bringing tons of little lights. They would bring history with them like troubadours and fill your house with wings, encouraging it to fly. They would transform into things you love, beautiful things you love, and with […]
Hey diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow … … jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed … … to see such fun, And the dish ran away … … with the spoon. The colourful drawing shown in the first and second picture of this rhyme is not my work. I only […]
Negativity is like a drop of black ink falling into a glass of clear water. You feel it falling. You hear the subtle microsplash. You can see it forming a cloud. You become aware of the cloud, and try to run away from it. Eventually, however, as dry as you are, that drop of blank […]
I feel shitty. Like the consistency of that thing I expel. Liquid at full throttle. Splatters around. The historical yellowish white bowl. Not so pristine. Although so black of Norit. Eight times today. Nine. A world record of self pity. Type seven on the Bristol stool chart. Alas, here goes another one.
A pudgy black Fold Away Tesco Green Bag, a silvery blue hard disk, two plastic bottles, a hazy Tate Aug/Sep booklet, a colourful Transport for London June 2009 brochure, a black umbrella, an empty tall glass, a little black mouse, several daisies dyed blue in a jar, a grey box of man-size tissues, an off-white […]
We walked the platform. As we pass the first class carriages, or perhaps a bit before then, you tried to initiate a conversation. Sorry that I can’t look at you in the eyes, you said, I’m too nervous. I nodded and pretended to understand, too nervous to ask more. A young couple stood near the […]
Heat wave, unwavering. In a distance, you waved to me a flying kiss. I waved back my flying kiss, and sat down at the front row. A girl with a big backpack came in. An older man in black with white hair came in, waiting for the girl with the big backpack to sit down, […]