In that small room with purple walls

In that small room with purple walls You sat on the bed, giggling like water in a moving jug. When I tried to touch you, you slapped my hands away and giggled some more.   In the bathroom, my water was ready – The door locked – the lights, dim. You banged on the doorContinue reading “In that small room with purple walls”

Salt and Pepper

In some worlds, I’m longing to start living. In most others, I’m already living without meaning to. There is nothing sadder than the tragedy of someone living in their past and getting others to live it with them. It’s always hard to say goodbye — even to the most terrible version of ourselves. After all,Continue reading “Salt and Pepper”