The sand sticks to my white skin. In my nostrils. On my lips, in my lips, in my inactive mouth. In my useless mouth. Sand. Waves come and go before my eyes, black and white under the warm moon, smelly like seaweed, sensual jellyfish, dead fish, like a song i wish i could sing. Waves… Continue reading The sand (Are you happy?)
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Letting go…
Standing in the ocean, watching the sun setting over the water, thoughts of us fill my head. I miss you. I remember all the times we spent together, all the gentle moments where there were no words, no actions, only love, for the moment and for each other.
She Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
The time had moved like wet sand. I have felt it slow and rough through my hands. Why does it dry and quicken the moment I hear her voice?