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Sep 2015 · 257
Rightfully wrong
zini Sep 2015
He entered the room, I could tell by the look in his face that he knew what was going on. People are used to waiting for him, they expect nothing else when arranging a meeting and the room remains without his presence at the agreed time. It is a part of him - he knows, everyone knows. What would people think of him if he came early? They'd think something's wrong with him and that he needs help. To be early or to be late? Both have their rights and wrongs, and for this guy its right to be wrong.
Aug 2015 · 222
Untitled
zini Aug 2015
reciprocation



Just tried to phone you.

Didn't answer the call.

I hate calls.

Why did I call anyways?

Why didn't I call for so long?

If I say I do not miss you it's because knowing someone means being close to them.

Thus you weren’t far away to begin with.

So why call?

To talk?

Can't be it.

I love a good talk and yet words alone are empty apparently.

If they were not I should love calls - but I don't.

To see you then? No.

To touch you I guess.

****** warmth is irreplaceable.

To be true to myself possibly.

If you’re so close I shouldn't stay away.

It's a lie.

I hate lies.

But I am losing myself and find myself lying a lot lately.

That's probably because I catched a cold during the years.

I've got such a simple mind.

I want to stay at one place to live there, die there.

A place where you live as well.

Visiting wasn't ever my thing.

In fact I never understood that concept.

Leaving an ecstatic sensation full of hope, full of promise.

Yet full of sorrow if we ever dare to look back.

— The End —