Monthly Archives: November 2018

54 (extract)

punctuated is the time the instant of quietness rest into a constancy of crying. memorable is the time frame of silence Advertisements

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57

this pain is substantial thick is this missing like shovelling deep and your place is once more still empty you’re an absence untenable, i need you and the colour of your eyes touches me oh how i miss you i … Continue reading

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59

naked you are so spacious like one of your hands earthly, minimal, transparent naked you’re like grains that nourish me a line of moon the swedish night in your hair precious naked you are gigantic like oceans in my summer … Continue reading

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60

nasty this way of being you with me nasty how these days slide by unperceived it is not happening just flow in the misty mornings nasty carrying on alone vitreous dawns nasty maybe i’ve only imagined you you gave me … Continue reading

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counting the traces like i counted your breaths sudden as these thawing icicles i wake up this morning and everything falls on me: the lamp the picture the kitchen table even the plants, i wake up also this morning and … Continue reading

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62

you are here close, soon i am so afraid. a longing you own my intimacy but now i don’t know you heart pounding, i don’t know what you’re here for. i don’t have a way out of this ever my … Continue reading

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I’ve been waking up really early lately to give myself the idea that there are more hours in a day. And still, even like this, time doesn’t feel enough. But I really enjoy those slow grey hours of the morning, … Continue reading

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