i am marked
Over and over each prod of the needle is a moment after moment morphing into marked memory. Like a healer he plays pain into stains of my...
winter in alexandria
colour with a side of dust bits of pink splashes of blue senses of sea the steady chaos of crossing streets and calm swerving lines like...
"hati boussa"
"hati boussa" you said, and placed a kiss on each cheek soft with a smile "hati boussa" you said and placed a kiss on each cheek ...
salt
i suppose if i'm going to leave you i'd rather be sad to miss you than glad to be rid of you... the tears fall either way, but now...
by the sea
i don't want to leave the sea she thought (almost) guiltily as if it's not okay to want to be happy and free by the sea.