Tag: prose

Wide eyed

Our eyes met never mind the fact that the moon have no eyes, so to speak   Yet I know we were staring into each other and at least I was lost in its eyes, wide eyed tracing the depths of its sorrow and beauty, and all the unspeakable pasts endured thus far   I […]

How are you?

  How are you?  I find myself asking yet again, not out of habit, but because it is a question that never gets replied   And each night, I find myself wondering, if you are still in pain I know you must be, surely your pain runs deeper than mine   I cannot bring myself […]

loop

Maybe I am the only one left hanging I have no way of knowing That is why these questions go on loop (repeat)   Maybe I am the only one left hanging I have no way of knowing That is why these questions go on loop (repeat)   Maybe I am the only one left […]

Waking up

I’ve gotten used to waking up in the morning just to deal with the pain of trying to accept this wretched reality At first it’s just my body feeling it, it knows, without my consciousness informing it   Then it seeps in like a tank of reservoir, which at long last finds a hole to […]