When I think of you and me – me, myself and I – it’s clear we are a story unfinished, overdone. So many ways you can tell it – it is still all news – and it seems forever unending, overused. Photo: Camille Brodard Maendly / Unsplash The wonder of being this – this ephemeral bullshit – grips us in a vice unforeseen, overlooked. If changes happen in summer – summer of our youth – we wouldn’t know what to do undecided, overdue. To sense a new beginning – beginnin

I want you to leave But I do everything I can To make you stay. The sanity is gone, The madness has knocked on the door of the worried mind. Photo: Michael Jasmund / Unsplash Tired but still restless, Life is becoming hazy, Things are getting strange And you're still somehow here And I want you to leave But I do everything I can To make you stay. Fatalism is my best friend, Inevitability my worst enemy. Not sure if it was the fire in me But I could've felt the

They were telling me he couldn’t be there and that I should call him. But I wouldn’t. What if we heard the phone ring from the inside of the hellish fire?“ Just do it. You love him. Don’t you?” my friend said. “Don’t push her. Imagine how you would feel if your boyfriend’s place was on fire!” another one of my friends said, anxiously. Photo: Joshua Newton / Unsplash Silently, we continued to watch the burning building. What they didn’t realize was that I knew he was inside.

A tear slowly slides down his cheek. It glides on, crystal clear and soulless, created to embody his suffering, but oblivious to the pain of its maker − he who excreted it and then cast it out of his eye to be a messenger whose mere existence proclaims more than any amount of words could. This drop of brine meanders on to his chin. Soon it isn’t alone anymore. Its younger sister, launched from the other eye, rushes to catch up to it. Still, it doesn’t care. Selfish and ungrat