
Killing me softly, and I never felt more alive.

Noah's ark is on the tombstone of drowning desire and I am walking furiously on water.

Beach reading: Planning on reading, but failing relentlessly due to the heart-stirring view.

I love you, just a little, as little as a single drop of water that contains the entire essence of the ocean.

This is the last time we have breakfast together:
our warm coffee mugs on the kitchen table
our cold bare feet on the blue tile

He says "You are my property" and I feel relieved. After all, no one wishes to shatter what he owns.

He warned me of the lion's den and I am glad I didn't listen.

Be your own solace

I still smell your absence on my skin. It smells of insomnia and rusted key locks...

Now that your eyes are open, make the sun jealous with your burning passion to start the day. Make the sun jealous or stay in bed.

You are the Arabian stallion that neighs on the crossroad of my heart ache covering me with the dust of my own ardor.