21.02.22
18:00
Just when I thought the house's getting a little bit hollow, and there's a shift in the weather, I was grilling barbecue in the back of the garden, head to the clouds, popping a glass of champagne, sipping it with ice, hair half wet from the bath, Malibu rising feels like real Malibu, and I would hear nothing from the world. Nothing. As if life is gentle enough that it comes from a lover's shush. Speechless stroke right to the back of the ear. Real love's also being alone and it isn't always pretty just like the two. My house is spacious, but it can shift to full in a matter of seconds. And the only thing that can hold it long is to dance and dance and dance to fullness, or to stare blankly at a white ceiling knowing this as not a choice but bliss.
YOU ARE READING
words don't come that easy.
PoetryI've tried. but i've always failed to contain these thousand words in a few sentences, maybe im bad at expressing macro feelings in the few words that I'm limited to. you might think you know me enough because it's been a long time since i first wav...
