knight

you’re sitting by the window absentmindedly peeling the chipped white paint off the aged frame. the rain outside indifferently wetting everything in sight. you were looking for the knight to come to your window on his white horse. he is not there again. the gloomy days, the residue of winter, do not seem to end although the mid-spring has already passed.  “the knight wouldn't like getting wet,” you tell yourself, “he wouldn’t like having the horse out on such a night.” you close the curtain. you go to the kitchen. you make yourself some tea. you get few cookies out, and you place them on the small blue plate. you sit down on your wooden chair turning it’s back to the window, propping yourself with a slightly stained yellow pillow. a thought, like a déjà vu feeling passes by. you shake your head, not quite sure where it came from. you turn on the tv. the weather forecast predicts a warm sunny tomorrow. you look pleased. you smile. “tomorrow,” you tell yourself, “tomorrow he’d surely come on his shiny white horse”.

walkway

metallic smell surrounds the pile of grey hollow bodies spread against a mirrored wall along the slow moving looped walkway. white sink is attached to the wall. on the grey walkway, endless hollow figures carry expressionless hollow heads in their sturdy hollow hands. their still hollow legs don’t bend, don’t get tired. hollow faces, hollow eyes, hollow limbs, hollow hearts circle around on the walkway. the knob turns. thick red odorless fluid gurgles from the metal faucet. fake flesh, fake vomit, fake blood fill the hollow heads in the hands of the hollow figures as they pass the faucet on the grey slow moving looped walkway.

wrinkles

new unfamiliar wrinkle appeared on your face this morning adding to the list of lost hopes that will never come true, that will never make it up, that will never let to try again. once, nothing mattered more than being caressed by the glance of your big wistful eyes, their depth made me believe, their beauty made me dream. your skin was so smooth. i was so in love. one look at you crippled me. there were no wrinkles, just youth. unfair arrogant rude possessive youth. each lie, each pain, each pique became a wrinkle. wrinkles repulse me.

happy bits

happy bits are all around. they are sitting along the four straight edges of the kite, laughing, blowing bubbles, making faces. they are rolling over each other in the bright grass, watching kids play ball. they are hiding in the fluffy pink feathers of curious birds, perched on the tree branches, curving their long necks. the sky is clear. the air is crisp. the day is full of happy bits.

subtleties

the coral red. the greens, the grays. last day. today. i say good bye. it feels as you have just arrived. the apprehension, yearning, thirst. the longing glance. the subtle voice. wave of the hand. the strand of hair. the wish, the blow. you are not there.

a snapshot

i became a stalker. obsessed. i scouted for days looking at the spot. your spot. my spot. the thought of me looking at you, you looking at me. the glorious thought. the frightening thought. a bright article to hold your gaze. for a moment, a second. you stood up. i stood up. i looked at you. steady. directly. you looked at me. steady. directly. a moment. a glorious moment. a snapshot. i can look at you. all can look at you. you’re looking at me.

splash

splashing water. footprints in the sand. laughter. dreams. seagulls. joy. sun. possibilities. imagination.  splash. vision. happiness. the vision of happiness. splash. screech. false note. fake sound. water in the eyes. splash. dark sky. it could not be. nothing. low tide.

following

it can ambush you without any prior notice or warning. it can conquer you at any moment in any form. it can be a being, a thing, a substance, a fantasy. it can happen to you, hit you, astound you, change you. an extraordinary something pops into your life unexpected, unpredicted, unannounced. in awe, you’d follow it, alone or in a fandom. you’ll put on your ruby slippers and  follow it, whomever it is, whatever it is, wherever it goes.