Thursday, November 15, 2018

T.Notes#30: Damsel Fly

Then there are those days when she longed to be lost - to wander away into a long night. An unrecognizable curious beauty, stirring a glass of red at the back of the bar, and listening intently to Loyle Carner's Damselfly and Ottolenghi. Then there are those days when i desperately wished to be her. This one is about flight.

T.Notes#29: Game for three

Heaven and I know both that my life is like a game of three dice:
Each of us gently stroking one,
a curious orchestra playing in the background,
and the devil, waiting with a third and for the music to pause.