The End of Time

These past few days felt like a timeless capsule which abducted me into its body. I know it's Wednesday, Thursday, Friday,... but I am still unaware of time. 6:00 PM just feels like a number followed by two letters. "Tuesday" is just an amalgamation of words that hold no meaning whatsoever. Today is tomorrow, tomorrow… Continue reading The End of Time

Day One

Day one felt like the end. It felt like I have outlived my life's story, that I have already been loved, that I have lost and that I will eventually be forgotten. During the day there were moments when I could breathe, but then the clock struck 8 and I was under water again. I… Continue reading Day One

2020

As I look onto the horizon, the sky and sea melt together into scarves of blue, and I think of you. You were a town with love in every corner. I recall flashbacks that are not so much memories as they are photographs. I close my eyes and I can see myself smiling, there's the… Continue reading 2020

The lonely hour

The clock ticks past the lonely hour of 7, and she does not pause to knock before announcing herself present: The questions she brings along paralyze me. The dots and their swirls suffocate my certainties with silence. She knows what she has done to me as she sits there musing and mumbling memories with no… Continue reading The lonely hour

sailor’s hope

there is hope in fall, in sacrifice and surrender, in loneliness, aloneness, in loss   there's hope when hope is what you've lost the moment you set your home afire and sailed into a merciless sea   in night ridden waves and charcoal clouds, future becomes fiction   you are only left with a frame… Continue reading sailor’s hope

magician’s curse

the habit of reviving; the need to revive; the curse of endlessly reviving.   in listening to nostalgia-tinged lyrics, in touching the fraying frames of old photographs, in the scent of season's fall.   i revive myself in resurrecting memories i am the warlock; and this, my magician's curse.    

Ten Story Fall

I run my fingers Across a ten story building That once buried me, Under its bricks Now I stand And it seems so small I spread my arms To snatch a memory But it fades; it runs; It traps me a second time A third time a hundredth time In ground that holds A ten… Continue reading Ten Story Fall