The so-called “honeymoon phase” is nothing but a temporary exchange of emotional hunger, build up sexual need, and latest fantasy projection. There is nothing holy about it. There is nothing real about it. It is simply two people feeding from each other’s needs before the system stabilizes. A fucking
Someone was shouting a girl’s name on the street, a mother calling her daughter back from the mud. The child was making mud cakes with her tiny hands, laughing, completely unaware of danger that her mother thought there is. First child I guess. And the mother was already panicking
There’s a man I keep dreaming about for the last 1 week, and the strange part is that he never has a face. It’s always blurred, hidden, like the universe is keeping the reveal for later. But he has a smell—forest soaked in saltwater and a hint
I have always said I wasn’t afraid of anything, or the dark, or ghosts. But there was one thing I never admitted out loud: I was terrified of the dark sea. Being middle of that monster soup. Not the waves, not the depth, the emptiness underneath. When I was
When I met him, I wasn’t expecting anything from life anymore. I was planning to leave everything behind and move to Japan. I was looking at apartments, imagining my future there, convincing myself that the silence of a new continent would fix everything I didn’t want to face.
When I was small, my father told me an old Mongol story whenever I asked why my teeth looked different from other children’s. He never explained scientifically. He never moralized. He just repeated the tale the way he had heard it, it was comforting to me. a story passed
When you fall in love, you will know it. You will know the person. You will remember him. It usually happens when your eyes first meet, that sound of thunder between a cat yawning. You will stay for a second, and he look at you, while you will be using