I managed to party every day of this long weekend. Not proud of it. Although there’s certain sense on satisfaction in improving my social life to this level. Perhaps you didn’t notice but you saw me at the verge of my worst. Months went by not in vane I assure you. Still I’m lost. Still…
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Copenhagen, Denmark. April 16th, 4pm. “Why am I here? Why now? What for?” The constant background noise inside my head. I remember a few nights, the first month after I broke up, waking up at 4am. I would abruptly open my eyes and look around. Once I could finally see in the dark, I would…
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We all have heroes, and all heroes die. My own personal hero was dead long before I even knew he had existed. But Charles Bukowski’s legacy was there for me to feed on it. And, by legacy, I just refer to his writing, and the inspiring way of how and when he started writing. Because…
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There’s no parallel universe in which she didn’t break me and my heart I ran out of saliva licking my wounds until the scabs fell off The taste of her replaced by the one of blood my thick red blood So here I present you with the deep scars of my soul See them heal…
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