Monday, August 10, 2015

Astral Us

For all the pretence and the longing for reality...
We got caught somewhere in-between...
A limbo of sorts.
Disconnected hearts...aching souls.
Fragile minds ripped apart by influence.
Like a plague it has spread ...
Over, above and across.
When we got used to this way of life we will never know.
But we did.
And our souls were trapped in some parallel universe.
Like astral projections...awake only when we sleep.

Wednesday, August 5, 2015

Say

If I disappeared one day, say...
Would you come searching for me all the way?
If I wrote you a letter from a hundred miles away,
Would you check the stamp for the place I stay? Say.
If one day you woke up and found me gone...
With a letter on the bedside drawer...
My mug in the sink...
Hot coffee in the pot...
My clothes hanging on the peg where I left it last night...
My hairbrush still lying on the dresser mirror...
What would you do?
Would you give up on me? Say.

Warmth and high

Plastic cups lay strewn around. Drinks spilt on the progressively fading carpet had started to dry up on their own. The stink of ashes on th...