The sun was high in the sky when Dave finally unglued his eyes open. His Switch was lying facedown on his chest. Its battery must have gone sometime after his brain did. Was that a metaphor for his own motivation? His mouth was mothballs and cardboard, so he took a sip from the can that was still, surprisingly, upright by his dangling leg at the foot of the sofa. The beer was flat and warm. Anothe...

We all look the same in the dark. We look like the void and the space that we fill. Even our voices change as they become accustomed to the pitch-black nothingness. They become whispers, wishes, sounds treading lightly from ear to ear. We forget ourselves, clothed in boundless freedom, shapeless, but full of possibilities. We are ghosts at sea, hovering on the sounds of invisible waters. We break,...

The silence was deafening. The big crash must have sent rarefactions rippling across miles and miles of what seemed like utter emptiness, judging by how long he could hear the sound of the crash replicate over and over and over. At last, at a point that he thought must have existed only in some deep crevice of his consciousness, the sound had just stopped. Now he yearned for it; the oppression of ...

He always saw himself as someone who could keep his shit together, someone who was resilient in the face of pretty much anything life could throw at him. He'd been betrayed by friends, he'd broken nose and bones, he'd been robbed a gunpoint, you name it. But he could not see this coming. He felt a seismic wave of sadness arise, higher and higher, and just could not see past it, no, he could feel i...

They would later jokingly call it a flash confession. The flashlight had captured every corner of her surprised face, every lie untold, now finally surfacing in that small space between them. Her brows slightly arched, almost pleading, and her downturned mouth matching the same curvature. Her eyes, though, were fierce, with that weird determination that you find when you’ve exhausted all your othe...

It was fine, he thought, it was going to be fine. There was a certain sense of unease somewhere around the pit of Lothar's stomach. But, strangely enough, it also felt kind of good. He felt like he was in the grip of two contrasting forces, but the more he tried to understand them, the more the lines between them would become blurrier and blurrier. This was concerning, he'd always seen himself as ...

The first thing I noticed was the frothy foam, it took a while before I allowed it to gently caress my feet. I guess this is what initially reassured me that it was going to be fine, that, really, this creature was friendly, after all. It was at that point that I noticed it was beckoning me. I could feel my fear seeping into the effervescent water as it left my body. Was it wrong? Was it reckless ...

The truth is

The truth

When soul

Meets gravity

A pendulum

Delicately

Swinging

On undulating

Terrain

Lips kissing

The choppy surface

Of deep

Waters

A tinkling coin

Tumbling

Down a chasm

The truth is

Poetry

Only if

It moves...

Skidding across

The icy surface

Scarring it with

A million marks

A thin layer

Of resistance

A slippery façade

Floating

Above

Ten

Thousand

Leagues

Of fathomless

Nothingness

They call this

Thinking...

He could always see the faint starlit halo when he closed his eyes. It was like a streak of silver linings marking the colour of his destiny. Light blue on silver blue. He knew every time that his life made sense or that it would surely make sense, as if the vaults of his eyelids were etched with the map of his fate. They reflected the deep pools of his soul into which he could simply let himself ...