Left a place, a person, a state of grace, Not my choice, but accepting it nonethless, Did the noble thing despite the screaming inside, Wanted her to see me leave, to see if my leaving mattered, But said 'sure, it's fine, go,' And took myself away, What I left behind were pieces Which never healed … Continue reading Five Things In Leaving
You, My Moon.
All men are wolves, We sniff, piss and fuck But the moon, to each of us, wears different faces And different times. You, my moon, Above me, in the coldest reaches, How you rolled a cigarette, the marked fingers caressing magic From the mundane The way you drank beer from the bottle, Made my mouth … Continue reading You, My Moon.
All Eyes on Me(Bo Burnham)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pnCVYO9Aw20&ab_channel=xlMrProdigylx The songs were fantastic, alongside some funny, poignant monologues. This one however, was exquisite. Burnham is a recent discovery, and inspiring as much as he is brilliant.
“I like revisiting, at certain times, spots where I was once happy; I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past.” ― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights
Until She Sings
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The Smile of Autumn Ghosts
Joe stood at the corner of the train station, chatting to a stranger over a cigarette when Keeley arrived. She smiled at the ease with which he carried himself in making the most of his time. When he spoke about his previous marriage, he told her how it used to irritate his wife and the … Continue reading The Smile of Autumn Ghosts