Thursday, October 31, 2013

Sweet dreams,

and fear not tomorrow. Let it be another battle, just another battle to stay true. To stay who you are, the complicatedly honest and loveable soul you've been. 

Next stop: Manhattan. 

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Give Me that Second Chance

Although this is really the twentieth, and you must have had enough. But I at least have not gone deaf and you are not yet speechless. 

So I think we can still talk, can we not. 

Explain, now would you please. What are you, again? And I. And us. And where should we go. 

And why this place could not be called The One, at least not by us. 

Explain. Now. Would. You. 


Monday, October 28, 2013

Sometimes I Wonder

...if you're still visiting.

I wonder what would you say, if only you could, about the dying painter in me.

"Paint more stories and poems," that usual line of yours. I oddly remember your tone while saying it, your expression. Your eyes won't blink and your smile won't be.

"I'm serious," you would say.


 And I.
Would laugh.
Just a bit.
And I.
Would ask.
For stories.
And more stories.
And poems.

And maybe other reality.
Other reality. With you in it.
With you.