The one about the night and noises
Some nights look like thunderstorms…
You go dancing. You go partying. The noise. The Flashes. The people. The colours. Smiles. Smirks. Neon lights. Shots. Claps. Shouting lyrics…
Some nights look like thunderstorms…
You go dancing. You go partying. The noise. The Flashes. The people. The colours. Smiles. Smirks. Neon lights. Shots. Claps. Shouting lyrics…
– Hey, beautiful! What’s up with those sad looking eyes?
– Heartbreak! – You answer without giving it a second thought.
– My, my! So quick to jump to conclusions, aren’t we? – a smirk shows up on my lips. Read more
I dreamt of you last night.
Only it wasn’t you. It was a distorted image. A memory of a memory of a memory…from the last time I remembered your face. Read more
The box of roses you gave me for my birthday has suffered a twisted end.
I forgot to take the lid off and now all eight of them are covered, consumed by mildew.
It hurt a little to see them like that but then it hit me…