her*

[...]

And I saw her.

For the first time without fear,

truly. I stared deeper in her than I used to lately.

Every line of her face was the same.

Every curve of her body was the same.

So, why isn’t she the same woman anymore?

Her lips. Full and dipped in the colour of mocka, as they used to.

Her eyes. The colour of my dreams.

The colour of empathy. With that heat and purity.

But her eyelashes? She puts mascara on now?

And does she wear blue eye liner?

It seems that she expects something..

Her ears. Her brows. Her nose out of shape.

Her lovable cheeks, getting red when I used to sing for her or whisper.

Her hair. Ah, long and gold and wavy and acidic.

Her fingers. The ones I used to cry for, late at night.

Her knees. Her hips. Her shoulders.

Her elbows, I used to kiss.

The way she moved. Always so magical, fabulous movements.

The way her cup was reaching her mouth every now and then, and her expression when hot coffee touched the tip of her tongue.

And the way she was dressed. Purple always looked good on her and green as well.

Her laughter. Her ethereal voice.

Her tiny feet. Her body that fitted perfectly to my sheets.

Her aura...

And for few minutes I went back there, to the back of my memories. And felt like a puzzle that has all of its pieces to their right place. I was whole. I was ready.

and I did the evil thing last night once more. and I woke up destroyed.

[..] -And if you could wish about anything in the world right now, ANYTHING, what would it be? I asked just to fill the awkwardness of silence.

-My soul, she whispered and for a second I could see the hole inside her, pushing her in madness and tearing her into small flammable pieces..

hohoho fucking ho

Monologue

[...] Because my life has never been so innocently full of dark pleasures and sins.

And my face has never seen so many happily hated and torn brothers, from different palms.

And my soul has never felt such burning, such loss. Since the Earth stopped turning.

Really, why one would want to sacrifice all those unfeeling wounds again?

[...] I know I can drown whomever I want, selfishly playing under the thought of a great lesson I'm giving to fate and statistics.

And gladly I rise in front of my ability to distraction. Not only for myself -for everything.

With a sense of touching and just one coloured breeze,

defunctedly, productively.

And with hands wide open, while holding the sky,

I stay quiet.

Cause I'd pray if I believed somewhere except from solidarity

or wine.

and that's what she said. well, she never tried to hide herself anyway..