on venom

all is well until something, right? and you just have to wait for that something to see how and what and why. well, my just came and bit me, spreading the venom of disappointment and hurt all over my body. and while I will be cold at the airport waiting for my flight, your lips will be gliding over someone elses'. while I will spend my life loving you, you will spend yours exploring your freedom. and even though, I think I can do it, I feel it raping me painfully until the end of my capacity to endure. I will wait for you to come back to me completely, but if not... then I will break into pieces.

raining

among those falling leaves there is mine hitting the pavement. and I sit on the window shelf of the bedroom with thousands of thoughts entwining with the autumn winds, hitting pavements of reality. desiring to run into the arms of my grandmother, I see her eyes in my own reflection. I see her tearful, loving eyes waiting. in this very moment when my heart is an open wound the winds soflty glide with their cold breath over memories. my heart beats, beats.

tightrope walking I pace my days in dreams.