#118 (involuntary companion)

  I was craving the heavy scent of lilacs waiting out a snowstorm soon to be slush listening to my steady heart creating its calming rhythm lurking in between the beats was the tiniest dissonance  keeping all the lights on while you were away as if the dim glow could replace your presence the scent … Continue reading #118 (involuntary companion)


#101 (traces of salt)

… a stained yellow cloth lying abandoned in a corner we used it to wipe the seawater from the portholes … … the traces of salt on unbreakable glass white lines and spirals crystallizing at the edges … … sometimes I wonder if it was my tears or the sea and your absence makes it … Continue reading #101 (traces of salt)