Little things

I count on little things like blessings. The morning coffee, that last scoop of ice cream, bed, pillows, sheets, half read books, half eaten cookies, videogames and a hell lot of sleep. I take the same route to work, I miss public transport and the random people I encounter. The staircase keeps me company, it…

I think, I don’t.

Thinking is hard: It’s like I can’t think when I try to think because my thinking fails to realise even trying to think is also thinking. What do I think about ? That mirror that makes me look at myself even if I don’t want to ? Or that tap that keeps leaking no matter…

“broken”fast.

“Too much water.” I thought and ran back inside, emptied half of the bowl and walked outside. “The flame should be thin.” Had to rush inside again. It took ten minutes to figure out how thin it must be. “Make sure to use some oil so that they don’t stick.” Mom yelled from the other…