Staring back is a tired, nervous version of me The colour white strikes again Black rings like a warrior’s paint After all I am fighting a war… Who’s on the other side? Me, myself, and I. A deep breath taken strengthens me A subtle smile never shaken An assuring nod for I – I shall fail not! […]
I was pretty nervous. We hadn’t seen each other in quite a long time. Actually, it’s been my fault for I’ve been very busy lately. Although she is such a celebrity, she is always willing to find time for me. I wanted to look representative, I mean meeting a VIP is a big deal. Consider this: […]
I: am tired The numbers: bright red They tell me it’s again too late Hours of sleep surely won’t be eight Eight… What a luxury I long for bitterly Sleep is for the weak! I can’t possibly seek My bed for so long ‘cause behind the desk – that’s where I belong My thoughts are […]
The inevitable is getting closer. What is? Well, real life I’d say. Not that I’ve been living in a fantasy realm with unicorns galloping into the sunset and fountains pouring chocolate but… Hmm chocolate! Sorry, that’s another story. Back to the point: But studying has been sort of a security. There was always a new […]
It was two weeks before my son’s wedding when I found him looking like shit standing on our threshold. “Oh, Derek, ehm…come in. Come in,” I encouraged him. We sat down in the living room and Lauren made some tea. I gave her a hint to leave us alone – it’s a man’s talk. Without […]
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