№ 1

It starts right in the middle of my feet. Subtle impulses under my skin wash over fingertips like warm summer waves - and then that warmth flows all over my system, up my legs, sprawling everywhere from my stomach - to finally rest on my eyelids heavily and push them closed.
And then, if I'm lucky enough, I'll see that very image that is worth the world to me. The reason to live in one scene, flashing in my mind for mere seconds. Someday I'll put it into words to make an ultimate extract of all those years, spent holding it dearly to my heart - and maybe then I'll finally let go and move on and will be able to deal with my life like I should.

№ 2


I held him so close that night. For some reason, I felt it was the last time for us.

Cool September air, soaked with light bittersweet smell of smoke, slowly poured through the half-opened window. Not many words were spoken between us; there was no need to break the silence, so lucid and delicate. It felt so calm, and sadness in the air was so mild and gray and soothing. No bitterness, no sweetness, no extremes were felt around, no more. Just quiet warm melancholy and some pale touches of autumn sunrays were melted in the air around us, joining our hands and slowly leading the way for twilight into our room.
We knew something between us has gone forever, but those were the moments to be grateful for. Some notes of silent requiem for all the unspoken words and undone things.
I just held you gently, and then, when nothing was said or done any more, the understanding was ultimate. Perfect harmony, when we were one… when we were nothing. When you weren’t you, and I wasn’t me, and there was no one to break – us.