I wish I told my friend that if he continued to sulk on his 2-3 shortcomings he’ll become worse than he was. I wish I told my friend to not stay in dark corners for too long. I wish he just listened. I wish he was a little brave. I wish he never betrayed. Himself….
Tag: poet
Dates.
Dates, they freak me out, same number of the day, same number of the month. It’s like the printing machine stuck chrrr… chrrr… cluck. click. grrr… Yet, it’s another year. Like printing machine’s partial prints takk.. tak. dakaa dakka tak…chrrr… Maybe it’s a memorial of you everyday. A voice in my head says, “There’s something…
Mesmers 