"I see you everywhere. I see you in sentences inked blue on a crumpled paper napkin, in cars and buses caught in a traffic jam, in the perfect swollen shape of the moon. I see your image in the face of every person I meet: when the cashier hands me my change I am reminded of your long calloused fingers, when I pass by girls with tattoos on the nape of their necks I remember how it feels to kiss you there. Every laugh, every flesh, every smile is you trying to steal my breath away. I think: this is the opposite of forgetting. I scatter your memory to the empty winds, put you inside the pockets of strangers, force you to haunt me like a ghost. This is how I survive your absence. This is how I keep you, darling, so that you may never leave my world again."
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:43 AM UTC
1. find a complete stranger you find attractive // adrenaline
2. tell each other stories and intimate details you haven’t told anyone // serotonin
3. finally, stare deeply into each other’s eyes and then hug each other without saying anything // oxytocin
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
Her feet dance like ink across
Shakespeare’s paper.
Her eyes like notes in a mozart symphony,
And her voice like a lustful melody.
And her lips like a delicacy in chefs mastery.
Her touch like steam in a roman bathory.
And her taste?
Like the apple eve ate.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
And when you find
yourself wanting
me again,
look above and
see how wonderful
the stars are —that’s what
you have
lost.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 9:12 AM UTC