“… They say one speaks from the mouth, yet I enunciate by my soul,/ Just let the succulent letters on this page kiss you through this flowery prose.” -CWT Thank you.
One day after the other One falls deeper into The Routine The Daily Routine of Mondays and Tuesdays and Wednesdays and Thursdays and Fridays and Weekends – a tight, strict, closed regiment regulated and ruled by agendas and clocks that watch. – Today, the agenda said “It’s a Special Day!” We were supposed to make […]
Es war der letzte Abend, der letzte Abend vor der Trennung, dem Ungewissen. Aber noch waren sie in Sicherheit. Er und sie lagen auf dem hölzernen Steg am See, umhüllt von sommerlicher Abendluft und gegenseitiger Zuneigung. Im Hintergrund knackten die Hölzer des Untergrunds unsicher in Einstimmung mit der mitschwingenden Angst des Loslassens der Freunde. Ein […]
It was the last evening—the last evening before the separation, the uncertain. But they were yet safe. He and she were lying on the wooden dock by the pond, enwrapped by the breeze of the night and conjoint affection. In the background, lumbers were cracking unassertively, accommodating the two friends’ resonating fear of letting go. […]
Will you? What to say? -Yes -May Be -No Now ? Then ? When ? You said you’d love me ! You gave your hand.Your palm was in mine. I was safe . I am safe . Your voice, your eyes,your heart, is my soul, I have […]