Saturday, 7 September 2013

How to be honest

I don't want write about you



Thinking of you is easy enough to do. It doesn't take any amount of sweat to glide and escape this mess I am caught in. I hope I could tell myself that this is something I shouldn't keep on doing and wish that someday these daydreams could finally rest because you'd be right in front of me to say hello. to talk. to laugh. to kiss me. to love. to live. Won't you be seeing me anytime soon?  

Stéphanie: Isn't life already in 3-D?


Stephane: Dear Stephanie: I am just your neighbor, there us nothing more to say than that. This is the reason why I am writing a letter to you because I feel really bad inside my stomach. I don’t know if what I feel is a bit of nostalgia, or wanting to go to the bathroom. I am just a new liar in your life. A new liar that has come and destroyed your piano and maybe by doing that destroy the huge heritage. I want us to start a new start and a new blank page of friendship. And if you can embrace that the same way I am embracing it right now, I see the possibilities once we go above that threshold of life and matters that succumb and become trickling down into this little pond that is called life.

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Stephane: Will you marry me when you are seventy? You'd have nothing to lose.

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Stephanie: Why me?
Stephane: Because everyone else is boring. And because you are different. You don't like me, Stèphanie.

Sunday, 18 August 2013

Small wins



(Daughter trapped in a burning building)
Dad: honey, jump! You have to jump honey
Daughter: But daddy, I can't see you
Dad: I can

Friday, 9 August 2013

Sunshine Parade


I usually dread meeting my friends again. Not because I have any hate feelings against them but probably because I don't have stories to tell. Not because I hate socializing but probably because I'm just no good at it. I was glad my hate feelings turned around right when I walked up the stairs and saw them. I couldn't help but be in the zone with these girls today. It just wouldn't be fair if I acted grumpy and ruin their spirits. I got an (intimidating) sketchbook, free vodka, and a few good laughs. All for free and it's not even my birthday.