I showered yesterday because I was itchyNot dirty,itchy.Then I remembered that it was spring and that I’m allergic to what is present in the air.Then I remembered that before menstruating, my scalp becomes uncontrollably itchy.It may be the hormones…Maybe I did shower because I thought I was dirty.Or was it the season?Or perhaps the hormones?OrContinue reading “Itch”
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Dreaming of You
Silence fills the space,the atmosphere and decor is warm, soft yet vibrant.A fancy hotel, red carpets,a grand staircase,chandeliers,marble…Then there’s us, giggling, full of mischief,enjoying one another company.I haven’t seen you in so long.Even though I could not make our your face, I knew it was you.We ate all the sweets we shouldn’t have, not payingContinue reading “Dreaming of You”
Croissant
I was interested, but unsure if you felt the same. A bread and coffee shop served as our mutual domain. Our interactions resembled the fare served there. Light and buttery.Deep, dark, and robust.Sweet and sharp.Stickiness that tickled the fancy… Unlike the weather, our growing interactions never waned But when you said my name and askedContinue reading “Croissant”
Suggestions
It was a dark, clear and quiet night. We were still new to each other, maybe that’s what prompted my willingness to get into your car. I suppose I didn’t want our night to end. You didn’t either, which is why you whisked me away. Unsure of how to spend our extended time together, weContinue reading “Suggestions”
Apologies
Until that day, I didn’t know that there was an art to apologies. It’s a phrase that spoken about in movies, television shows and songs, but never in real life. Looking back now, I can’t even remember what I was sorry for, but it was important to me. I was passionate, most of our argumentsContinue reading “Apologies”
New Lips
Rambling, I do that often. I wonder if it’s like white noise to you, as you drive us through the forest, with trees, as you would describe, that kiss the sky. Rambling, ‘I’m afraid of feathers.’ I say. ‘I just can’t. They creep me out’, as if that utterance disrupted the white noise. ‘Why? WhatContinue reading “New Lips”
First Impressions III: The Beginning of Our Friendship
You asked, ‘what’s it like having a twin brother?’ Glancing up from my sketchpad, I replied, ‘I’m my brothers’ keeper.’ It may have come across as distant, dismissive and cold. Little did you know, that in time you would come to learn the true weight of those words and how they weighed me down…
First Impressions I: Partners In Crime
A black Micron 05, is what you remember I used to take notes that day. Corralling cats, is what I remember of how you described working with our team. That day, we proved that we were memorable to someone, but we didn’t know it was to each other.
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