If I wrote you a letter, kissed with my name would you smile, would you rip it up or burn it with flame? Would you cry for a while or would you run far away from the memory of all the perfect memories we made? If I picked up the phone, what would you say? … Continue reading If I…
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The Sickness
My ankle still hurts from early hours Sunday morning, I got so drunk that I threw up again and I was so embarrassed that I fled, left my shirt and my hat, my dignity too. Running so fast that I stumbled in my platform shoes on the stairs, it happened so fast and I was … Continue reading The Sickness
Memories For Company
Today I walked past a house and through the window i could see their Christmas tree, still up, still shining full of lights even in February. I didn't even mind, in a way I completely understood how it felt to hold on to something good for as long as possible, something that brings you joy. … Continue reading Memories For Company
