A better reason to play

And if the sun won't make me want to drag myself out of this bed today, you will. 

confession (first and last)

I love you. You're like a bullet through my existence, that's why.

Rain happens

"And then? What happened with them?" she asked.

"Nothing" she responded "nothing unusual. They've secretly continued dreaming about each other but have never gotten back together. They have learned to curve the corner of their mouth upwards in situations where others expected them to smile. Even if they didn't care for the meaning of this word anymore, they had the movement under good control. Laughter was no longer a greater adventure than taking out the everyday trash. They have gotten used to it like you get used to seeing dreams come and go and die."

"Sounds unfair to me" the heart whispered.

"Because it is," the senses whispered back "but sometimes last pages remain unwritten and people lose sight of the stories. Someone once told them it's the law and I believe they have never questioned it just gotten used to it, too."

The unpleasant uprising of a fettered heart

But from now on-

if possible-

you would rather

choose not to

dream about

anything at all.

For why on earth

would you ever 

want to know again

whatever it might

be that you've long

forgotten to want.

(Imaginary Rules) No. 1

No matter what they told you -

it's still the world's greatest maliciousness
to smash an already broken heart.

My Love Will Be The Death Of You

Some tables
are just simply
meant to (be)
turn(ed).

An Umpteenth Chapter One

I was wondering how to finish it but then I remembered -

not even when we started was there much left of us.