Melancholia of The Drunk

I’m recouping in some hospital bed; right at the same time some music is playing on in my mind. “Too good at goodbyes, by Sam Smith”. My doctor has just finished talking to my parents. My doctor takes glances at me with his gaze lowered. My parents turns around and sets gaze upon me. Our… Read more

The next time you shall be seeing me, I’ll be in a prison cell. You will come for a random visit. (Crosses his legs together. With a cigar stuck between his lips, he explodes into a laughter..) nah, nah, nah, of course I won’t be the warden, that’s too cheap for the taste of my… Read more

“Wanted tonight to be perfect just for us..” “I know, couldn’t wait, you’re perfect yourself….” He brushes his lips on hers, long enough to feel their breath dance to the same tune. The room is darkly lit by the silhouette of mahogany branches and papyrus reeds that roofs the small cottage house. “I love how… Read more

(Of those who miss them) If you were born in my era, then you’d know. That as kids, the songs we sang on such occasions defined what we once were. What, as time could have it, was lost along the highway to maturity. “Kids” we once were. As a kid I wasn’t the type to… Read more

“​We once were our biggest distraction, we lost us when we couldn’t have us” She’s lying on bed, feeling not alright. She hopes that he knew, but he doesn’t. How else is he to know when she never told him. How else is she to tell him when they barely talked? She’s lying on bed… Read more