For it was in that one moment, suspended from fleeting, if only for that very specific moment, that nothing else mattered. And it was perfec

Poems are sometimes a lovely way to clear ones head and feel the beating of your heart and the cogs turning in your brain. Even short poems.

If one hundred and forty characters were all that's left to send help and save the world, I probably shouldn't have spent them writing this.

Friends are a wonder. Never in all my dreams could I imagine such souls that could save me from myself. That could make me feel so alive...

She adored cinema and took it all in. Now she is blind and touches the screen, constructing the images in her head, weeping at their beauty.

To create poetry or flash fiction in one hundred and forty characters. What a truly modern art form. Composing, like a symphony, my laziness

A text that demands an answer
And thought.
I see your loving smile,
And that overwhelming friendliness
That you bestow on everyone.
I see that you are one hundred percent crazy
Yet so smart and sensible,
And I love how you can balance them both so well.
I see that you are one of the most fun people I know
And funniest – a day doesn’t pass
Without you making me laugh.
I see that you make me feel warm
(And you know I get cold very easily.)
I see the first time we met:
How I laughed at you for sounding American.
How I felt like I’d known you forever
And had enjoyed every second.
How you didn’t know me
Yet offered me cake.
How could I not fall head over heels?
I see how you always play with your hair
(And was secretly mesmerised by it in every class
Long before I had the courage to kiss you.)
I see how we have so much in common.
I see how you make me feel:
Like I’ve just been hit
By a cooling breeze on a hot summers day.
But if you needed another reason –
If you fail to believe all that was said before
I give you my all and proclaim:
I love your glorious, adorable, wonderfully unique laugh
And I love that you hate that I love it.