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If you could read my mind
If you could read my mind, you’d be surprised. If you could hear my thoughts you’d be confused. If you where told my story, you’d hold me. If you knew what I’ve done you’d let me go. If you learnt who I … Continue reading
Midnight at Miami beach
We smoked cigars, pulled our feet through the cold sand, looked at the dark sea and the lit up buildings of the city. We talked about life and the most random things. Wondered why no one else sat on a … Continue reading
As the city is waking up
As the city is waking up and the moon is still in the sky sit with me on the balcony. Tell me about yesterday who and how and why. Talk until it’s all been told. Here’s a blank … Continue reading
Please proceed to gate 33
Waiting to go anywhere, got loads of time to spare. Sharing a limited space, with a magazine and an unknown face. It was time to go, why I don’t really know. I simply couldn’t stay, not another day. … Continue reading
Fields of lost summer days
This is the field of lost summer days. Where the grass is really greener and the wind smells of salt sea and dry earth. Where we wasted days and nights laughing and singing with friends and grasshoppers. Where … Continue reading
Me and my yellow coffee cup
I want a yellow coffee cup filled with hot delights and a piece of the sky. I want to drink from that cup and float away on daydreams and clouds. On a chair in the back garden in the … Continue reading
At the graveyard
I’m sitting on a sunkissed bench at the grave yard in good company. Anonymus Peoples’ Quiet Society. No one who’s walking by know’s who they were or who I am. A name on a stone and a wrinkled … Continue reading
It is a damn shame!
Image source: http://weheartit.com/ Love is like the beating rhythm of the city at night. Love is like the tranquility of a valley view site. So isn’t it a damn shame when the one you love just don’t feel the same?
Too free and too bold
You’re too young to be old. You don’t need to be told. Too free and too bold. You don’t want to be what they are. You’ve stolen an old car and you’ll take it too far. When the gas runs out and no … Continue reading
Is he waiting for you?
Waiting for what? Waiting for who? Waiting for time to pass. Is he waiting for you?
Catching candid moments 