Hopes.

I looked up to the sky and hoped for nothing. What could it even offer? I wanted the world That’s already been sold. They say it is cold But then, you sell your soul To faith, to work, to life and oh! Love! Kisses, never moist, eyes, always closed; Words so deep, voices shallow. Freedom … Continue reading Hopes.

Story?

Oh it was a nice evening, perfect for a stroll. There were trees on either sides, like cliched philosophical and metaphorical representations. That little girl is walking with a balloon, looking at the clouds slowly scattering away, smiling. She was smiling, okay? Not the clouds. Not the clouds. Did I tell you that the balloon … Continue reading Story?

Stars.

"I love you." He said, looking at her face reflecting the moonlight. "OMG! A shooting star! I've never seen one before. You said it and it just happened. What is this?" She shrieked in awe. "In that case, darling..." He whispered "I'd shoot every fucking star out of the sky."