Tag: writing

There's no stress. I just keep running out of time. I often think about vomiting blood although I do not wait for such a day. My god has, once again, gone far away. Meeting him is a cumbersome process. Alcohol cannot help every time. I am just too tired to find another way. I wish [...]

I am waiting for a call. I won't go until I am called. Or should I go on my own and put my neck under the blade? No. No. There's still time. What if the call doesn't come. The morning motor is running, the water rushing through convoluted pipes out of the cistern and into [...]

Less was the least. More could have been much more. In whatever path I have walked are long halls emptied out before my arrival. I can't do a thing other than take a walk and then sit for a while. Rarely somebody comes across and almost never opens his mouth. Whatever I touch is a [...]

A plan to go outside but now the heavy downpour has ruined it. Another evening spent almost alone dreaming of beer, buying beer, not drinking beer. For money, people would kick anybody. Rode a mile on the dented roads that are filling with rainwater since two days. No song in the air, no men on [...]

Slow burn in my chest and a harmless warmth spreads. Balls of wet rice jammed inside a sleek plastic container. I look down and towards the container that can still contain and remain sealed and it doesn't move and a German madman is blowing his crooked trumpet in my eardrums and I am almost dizzy [...]