Sense(less)

Her taste dissolves in glasses of passing days The intensity of her mouth and its flavour Watered down and washed away by the infinity Spawned Between the last fuck and my hasty, final, angry goodbye Resentment recedes beyond my hairline Then bounces back and blinds me My eyes are banned from looking back into hers…

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Kissing fool

Our conversation stops, as we reach the metro entrance. I stay at a socially safe distance from her, holding my bike by my side. The skies are gray and a cold breeze hits our faces, as the night slowly sets in the background. Shitty weather, shitty summer. A Danish classic. “So… It was nice,” I…

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Dating in the rain

Do you know what’s scarier than the blank page? The halfway done one. That page is fucking terrifying. With all those good ideas that turn into nothing, all those loose ends that you want to tie somehow, yet end up going nowhere. So that’s why I’m here instead. Starting over, from scratch. Something new. Which…

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Halt

There was a time when I took this whole craft too seriously. I put myself in situations completely out of my comfort zone and did things very much out of character, just for the sake of a good story. The Writer was born. The line between myself and this alter ego was blurry, and I…

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Seleczione Gastronomia

Italian wine is good. Thanks for that. You always had some at yours, and now that I’m drinking some it’s like I almost can relive one of our dinners there. Like a glorious one where I managed to turn on the stove (why was it so hard to light that damn gas stove, anyway?), and…

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Titfuck

She looked directly into my eyes from my phone screen, as she talked dirty while jerking a guy off with her big tits, until completion. I had innocently opened a video a friend from Chile sent me on WhatsApp. “For your day, mate,” he’d ambiguously written in the preceding text. After a second or two,…

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Breakup conundrum

I miss being broke but not broken loved, not hated heard, not ignored kissed goodnight and being awaken time and time again during such night held cuddled spooned by strong arms and sweaty skin safe but always at risk I’m down my second beer and it’s Saturday at 00:42 AM though it feels like every…

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Chicken curry farewell

March 29th 2020, 23:58 It’s almost midnight, and as I press play on another episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine on Netflix, I come to the realization that this is just avoiding to think about my feelings, the weight of my loss. While I was debating with myself about publishing my last post or not, I looked…

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