I feel higher

I knew things would change in the days to come. My fantasies would come alive now.

Memory of Jack

He is like Jack How he would have looked "pushing fifty" White hair cut low at the temple The same finger pointing His personae absolutely like a sixties man Eyes, forever moist And mouth

The Interview

Trisha Trousseau

The Existentialist

Am I me?

The End

The savour of fruits still remains in my mouth, but the bitterness of words demolishes the clouds and wrings the snow counting the pebbles. But you never told me why you deceived me,

Ashes

The fireplace was eager to put a fullstop, in the sentence where the road of my dreams stuck upon the word of happiness with sparkles of wet logs I collected from the inside of me

Fun Bash Stung

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Ideals

Snow-covered mountains, ancient monuments, a north wind that nods to us, a thought that flows, images imbued with hymns of history, words on signs with ideals of geometry.

Fictitious Line

Smokes of cigarettes and mugs full of coffee, next to the fictitious line where the eddy of words leans against and nods, wounded, to my silence.

To You I Speak

To you I speak, do not show indifference. This moment to me is mighty. I am happy. These words I uttered and all were sad. They left, heads down.

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