when you have to make a hard decision, flip a coin
why?
because when that coin is in the air...
you suddenly know what you're hoping for.

Monday, June 24, 2013

"I go to seek a great perhaps" - François Rabelais

He sits there
head throbbing, thoughts pulsing painfully through his mind.
Hands shake, cold air bites,
wisps of smoke rise
And he sighs his emotions out
In white swirls, his thoughts float away, drifting off to melt into air. 
But sinking into his calm
the smell of cigarettes lingers only to bring the memories all back.

How do I reach you? 
when I know my words cannot heal. when I know my hugs cannot help.
while I sit here lonely and you sit there alone. behind a screen of smoke lost in your own world. 

How do I reach you?