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Before the Night Comes

As I watch the day traveler befall into its rose-colored bed my mind is struck with an image tall, tilted wider than I can see. Now behind the city's horizon, I cannot tell whether he'll come out again tomorrow, or the day after. If he was

The Morning Juice

Waking up in the middle of the night lets out a shard split a thousand times between here and the land of the dreamers. Out of the crystalline chips forms a galaxy for a brief time of that particular morning. One by one the specks of dust fall and drift

The Last Breath

I've started my journey three times over which leads me to believe should I rethink my position? Ask life's attorney if he can cover mistakes we've seen happening in every situation? I'm aware but don't dare to make the letter

Behind the Knobs

Finally. Humanity agreed on one thing. God is a DJ. On the details we're doing much worse. What kind of music does our omnipresent synth-daddy play? What kind he likes? They also seem to be desperately overbooked and without an agent to call. The official-looking events turned out

The Life by the Tracks

The deep squeaky sound of the bullhorn carried from around the corner. When it got to me it still surprised my heart enough to skip a beat. I don't think that's healthy for my aging worried pacer. Just as sudden as it came the sound had

Strangers in the Park

Every Thursday I would sit in the Madison Square Park and I'd have a lovely chat with a forgetful gentleman. A well-put-together gentleman sat down on the bench next to me. “Stop me if I already told you but I forget. That’s why I speak so much

About Nothing

“Blue.” “White.” “I’m telling you they were blue.” “But they were white…” An approaching woman lowkey waved at her friends, two of which were bickering. “What is it now”, she asked her girlfriend knee-deep in her phone up until her arrival. “Pants from Harvey’s show.” “The purple ones?