Tag: prose

  • Squeezing you in 

    when I’m not thinking about anything at all, is when I think of you. tied to my heartbeat, I can hear you thunk and thud in my chest. Maybe you’re not the person you were, when I first really looked at you, the first time I saw you like a dying man sees another sunrise…

  • Death to fate

    I have a friend that believes that universe will give you what you are meant to have. Everything that happens, happens for a reason. I don’t think that’s true. I don’t believe in a universe that arbitrarily grants wishes or denies them based on what? Who decides if you deserve something? I suppose the answer…