if u r wondering, where is this girl...
she just left, as she always does.
here’s to you, my friend (and then lover) inexperienced and yet leading an empty canvas that i could paint on here’s to our colours here’s to the music you showed me here’s to known-before songs that somehow sounded better as we listened to them together i felt for the way you spoke to the...
The tighter I hold it, the faster it slips away. Ironic – how things haven’t changed here. It’s been years. Here, ahead of my eyes, I have that table for kids. We played so many games around it. Here are these books. Stories that my heart remembers. It could be only because of them that...
Many times I wanted to write something about this place. Maybe I can’t do it this time either, maybe there are no words to express how good I feel here and what this place means to me. Poddlhá. More than a home to me, more than a childhood. I can imagine that if things were...
dream big, they say but how do you dream about a taken boy how do you dream about an almost-friend dream big, they say but somehow i don’t dare to dream about them breaking up i don’t dare to dream about him being unhappy when did he get under my skin i am trying to...
the first time you didn’t recognise me i was prepared i knew it was to come and i know it will come again yet the time stopped flowing for a second everything flashed before my eyes blue tracksuit you used to wear, white socks a book in your handsand there by your side a little...
