seeing things, seeing things, seeing things, scanning things

I cannot get away. From the sea, From seeing things, From scanning you, From diverting my gaze, From catching yours, From keeping silent, From breaking silence, From trembling, From the turbulence, From tremendous thinking, I cannot keep my mind occupied anymore. As I’ve been thinking of you. whiskey 🖖🏻

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…

Confessional: the chase

The first time I saw Maya was in the rundown Camel pub, close to the sugar loaf walk passage. It was one of those weird sights and I surely don’t know why I stopped chugging my Brandi and looked her way. The girl wasn’t anything in looks, yet somehow appeared charming with the way she…

Cubanisto: Discover the spirit within

As soon as  I, and my fellow adventure-seeking mates entered the smoky corridor, we were blown away by the mysterious attempts of the new Rum flavored beer – Cubanisto. At that instant I thought to myself: ‘Well fuck me, that’s some next level shit!’ And that’s, my beloved (decided to be nice for a change)…