Counting the uncountable

Hey. It’s been a while. Yes, yes I know… We said we’ll keep in touch. But having in mind our past cases – we already could foresee what’s going to happen for us. In fact, it wasn’t even that hard, predicting the cards, I mean. I guess my dream of becoming a freelance-fortuneteller has somewhat worked out, right?…

Am I a mad woman? Feverish, yet empty.

The bittersweet taste of wine dries my already sore throat. You see… it is hurt from the dozens of cigarettes that I smoked today. And of course, there’s a nosebleed with the rest of the problem wagon, telling me to quit bad habits. I ended up pushing table napkins down the nostrils aggressively, almost with the…

Wet lashes, bronze feet: oh we surrender to the heat

The built up tension and your hand brushing my hip, gliding down the spine and resting on the arched back. It is warm, so warm that we are bound to fall for each other, all of us, 20-someones. Even if it’s for a short time, even if it is for the swimming season. For those three months, we…

The rest of the time I am pretty normal.

If you’d ever ask me what is a writer’s block (which you’d never would care to) I would describe it as following: I doubt all the letters that my fingers type, my thoughts seem clogged and it feels that there’s no way back to the previous madness, which I poked every now and then to test a quite…

Driving Cadillacs in Our Dreams

In this empty, Bob Dylan’s music-filled room, the sound of doors being knocked drowns… My sharp ear manages to filtrate the irregular tact that interrupted swinging tune. Senses, now alerted, give me an ecstatic goosebumps, yet I decide to wait for the next characteristic course of action to take its place. Humans and their patterns are easy to…

Dancing with the devil: I am too all sorts of twisted

I just had one thing in my head: Tame you, then blame you; take you in, so that later I could cut you out. I always got you dancing with the devil. I think, that it all happened just because I actually never really wanted to grasp anyone this much. Or was it more that I purely wanted to see you…