I return
once again...
Alone in the dark, and out of sight
A sad black crow in the black of night...
At night I lay awake,
There is no soul left to take...
I did it,
I hit a year...
I know what would solve it,
But im not supposed to do such things...
In a way it is comfortable
drowning in the present...
It's the last crumble of
summer. The quotidian...
Life is like a basketball game.
Either you win or lose...
Where do broken hearts go?
They go to hospital...
There are only
so many pieces...
The only thing I hated about school,
With all my blood...
When I was 10 years old in Primary 5,
The English teacher turned my torn shorts into her...