… I’d volunteer.
Month: January 2017 (Page 1 of 2)
heading down the streets
right from where we left off
day trippers in the
where did it all go
full they were
and yet i don’t
know what i
silvery stars or
Times are strange. They always are. And there’s no such thing as life, by the way, for there’s no such thing as death. Black is black cause white is white. They both imply each other, and we know them by contrast.
But being dead is not an experience one can have. It’s not a feeling like sadness or happiness. It is, frankly, completely fucking impossible to know what it’s like being dead (for pretty obvious reasons).
Ergo: being alive’s not an experience one can have. There’s just no such thing as “being alive” for there’s simply no such thing as “being dead”.
It’s all just words. And we’re enslaved by them.
Time to break free.
met my love today,
smelled her salt and heard her waves;
two birds on a stone
the hair on
at some kids
like them i
Wish you were here, you bullrush of a sky-eyed chica
Wish you were here amongst the sand dunes
Wish you were here amidst the palm trees
Wish you were here by the mediterranean
Wish you were here in the sunny south
Wish you were here eating apples in the roman ruins
Wish you were here drinking wine in the moorish castles
Wish you were
the air of the
Wish you were
here on the
Today (ok it was technically yesterday), on my way to Fuengirola, I marvelled at a cluster of wispy clouds seemingly glued to the horizon. It was sunset, and I was dead set on having a jolly evening.
And that I had.
Sincerely and perpetually yours,
“Are we lost?” he asked.
“Nah. Just a bit disoriented,” she answered.