CollapseI met you in a side street meshed in silence, halfway between my home and yours. Just as I set out to find you in the heart of the doomed city, you did the same, heading for my place. It is amazing how we always are on the same wavelength, guessing each other's thoughts and actions.Or maybe it is nothing out of the ordinary. It is normal that we want to spend the last hours of our lives together."Hey," you greet me as I put my arms around you. "You seem tired. Didn't get much rest, I suppose?""I couldn't sleep for days." Not with all the noise, shouting, chanting in the street. Not with the knowledge that these would be the Earth's last hours. That night, I stood at the window, meditating on the transitory nature of human endeavour while trying to discern the faint red glow of the sky caused by the intensifying cosmic radiation. With no electricity, the city was resting in darkness, but the intense glow of stars gave it an ethereal atmosphere. There were much more stars in the sky t
under autumn skiesmaybe all we need isto hopethat autumn will not beall shadows and darknessas we crossthe rain-soaked Homme de Ferswathed in neon lightmaybe all we need isto keepthe fire of long gonesummers in our heartas we watchbirds passing high aboveon woodsmoke-smelling dawnsmaybe all we need isto takeeach other by the handin the moist Novemberas we treadon dead chestnut leaves inParc de l'Orangeriemaybe all we need isto acceptthe calm and peaceful changeof days, seasons, and yearsas we walkthrough life's wintry drizzlein the city of roads
Tinnitusstillness will never comfort him again
Traum von Nordschleifelisten: it is the soundof a heartbeat, echoing insummer's hot silence -nearly-breaking, twelve heartsfilled with sky-fire emita leaden, black and red roarcoming from deepest depthsyour smooth, perfect skin isclad only in sun-ray-weavesseeping through canopies ofmountain-guarded woodsas we enter the flow, anhourglass of dream-like hazemy fingers trace leather, youreact to my every movement;your tight embrace cuts intomy flesh as we rush forward,castles, trees, bridges only a blur;we chase a fairytale aboutsilver stars and silver arrowsmy life I trust you with,your body is an extensionof mine, through you I seeand hear and feel the worldas a torrent of sensationstorn out from our old selves,falling into our secret dreams,grasping for freedom, we arethe thunder, the wind, the stormcrashing through the green helland the world is no more, itdisappears, falls to pieces -it's just the two of us; herewe can exist only together,trapped in the flow while weconq
last day of summerevoking June memories,branches are malachite wingsadorned with freckles of light (but yellow leaves fall one by one)clawing at my bare arms,grasses dry from summer heatexhale faint, fragrant wafts (but are mixed with wither-scent)dripping on my closed eyelids,midday sunshine showers fromforget-me-not-blue heavens (but cold rains will come tonight)gliding warm along my face,a stiff wind brings shouts of kidsrunning through hot playground sands (but their freedom's end is near)it is the last day of (the last) summer (of my youth)
seaside memories(night)on a summer day long ago,your toes scribbled a coupleof words in the sandsoon, the tide had claimedthem, giving us back a blankpalimpsest (which we lateradorned with imprints oftangled bodies)each lonely night i rememberwhat had been written there -but by dawn, i forget it again(dawn)draped in salty air, i watch yousleep as my fingers graze your skinbut when i kiss the glisteningdrops on your shoulder blades,i cannot decide whether i amtasting sea-water, or perspiration,or molten snow(morning)maybe only by loving the seawe come to understandhow can so many layers ofdelight and temperance interweave,strain against each other,binding us with flameserotic monologuesin the algae's algebra
mysanthiaisomeone left footprints in thegalactic ash,scraping up a gale towardslights from other spheressomeone walked there,weeping,and her tears,carried by a star-streakfell in my heart on the earthiiwe roam windswept valeswhere wild wormwood sways likea haunted seaunder a mallow-coloured moonthe storm gains strengthas i try to resist thewind drifting us apartthe stars flicker and die,leaving us unprotectedfrom each other asthings shift andchangeand i am only dust in yourdissipating light(if i could tear myselfaway from this moment,i would simply stop time andlet you findyour way)iiishadows of barren wastelandsseep under charred skiesof my dreamswhen i arrive to the edgeof deepwater marshtrying to detect signs of lifeand wonder if what liesbeyond was ever more thanmy fantasy(sometimeslife is too complex for realityand dreams of friendshipare only dreams)ivi know the waking world stirs youas we travel asleep, protectedb
Down in OceaniaIn hollowed trunks we embark once we die, and leavefor Nabangatai, gliding on foaming moonbeam-crease;Amid coral circles, pelagic shoals we crossto Nabangatai, in search for unending peace;Through rampant wind and tumbling starlight we sailto Nabangatai, tossed by waves between night-sky reefs,walls of lightning, thunder-teeth. Who will follow usto Nabangatai, for final rest under swaying trees,rejoining loved ones who've left long agobelow rainbowed clouds bleeding with joyous years?On sunlit wings and celestial paths we landat Nabangatai, where the soul forever sleeps -there's no another death, no pain, no words, onlyNabangatai, calling us all from beyond the seas.
Around the world in six words.So beautiful atop... the wrong mountain.
6-word story: Around the world in 80 daysDay 297Never wager whilst hammered.
FactHeaven knows, but it won't tell.
Trip's Journal - Day 47DawnSupplies low.DuskJim's delicious.
Burning questions''That's why you bought the flamethrower?''
Unconditionally.You. Are. Stupid.....I. Love. You.
Suicide Note"Sorry for the mess I made"
They need better signsDay 67: Still lost at airport...
Around the World in 80 Days- Lost my Luck?Day One:Lost my lucky hat.
Day 29River raft used as kindling...Oops.
Around The World In 80 DaysBigfoot...is leaving with my camera.
Around the World in 80 DaysDay 80: Adventure concluded. Woke up.
You Keep Using That ButtonStatus: Beloved pet dies.23 Likes.
Day One of Eighty"Shit. I left the lights on..."
Day 2Ship sank....DAY 79:KEEP SWIMMING!!!
RegretMy fury. My fist. My fault.
Day 17: Not all flowers smell as sweet.Let's stop and smell the...nevermind.
Around the world in 80 days..."He looks... hungry.""We should run."
Day 81Time machine fixed.Will arrive yesterday.