Why indeed.

Why talk in beautiful verses when I am gifted with such a foul mouth? Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.

Thinking about…

Thinking about the next song to play. Thinking about getting up and boiling eggs. Thinking about falling asleep again. Thinking about getting my shit together. Thinking about the next song to play. Thinking about walking to the garden for no reason, but it's too hot outside. Thinking about lighting a cigarette. Thinking about drinking rum. [...]

Things like that.

I had plans. They kept failing. Nevermind. Now, I can tell everyone that failed plans do not stop a life, that life goes on anyways in one way or another. It might not be the way you wanted but it is still going on in a way. That's nothing to feel sad about it. There's [...]

Getting on track.

I have been away since a month I guess. But I have been writing. I am writing as and when I manage to get time. Now that's a lie. I think I always have time to write. It's just that sometimes, I am not writing. But it's not like I am doing anything else either. [...]

Head out.

So far, nothing has been done. Only the thinking. But that doesn't lead me to anywhere. That's what happens to people doing regular jobs. They start losing sight of what they truly wanted. They get tired of working and at the same time, they begin to accept being stuck in the swamp. They even try [...]

Drunk in no rain.

I have a perspective. While I write, I just write shit. There is no truth to find in my words. All of it is all that I have found. I am tired of thoughts and opinions, tired of seeing people talking and doing nothing. It takes less time and minimal effort to act than to [...]

In eternal slumber.

How to work with a man who cannot handle anything. That's the puzzle. How to make him realize that future is not the place to live in, that it is never coming. He thinks that there is no problem with him. He wants to be in a different situation that in what he is right [...]

Morning noise.

The rain stopped some time between morning and night. The collected water is drying here and there all by itself. An hour ago, somebody knocked at my door. Nobody was there when I looked out the peephole. A neighboring kid does that sometimes but I do not suspect it was him today. His knock is [...]