我心还在...

i carry a city in my chest while i waste away in my daydreams.

creeds

you believe in coffee grounds,
tea-cup omens, gambler's chance:
i believe in your eye's dance.

you believe in fairy tales,
dreams and lucky days or ill:
i believe the lies you tell.

you believe in some vague God,
a special Saint who guards you here,
for so much sin, just so much prayer.

i believe in coloured hours
blue and rose, when your delights
are bared for me through sleepless nights.

in all that i believe, my faith
is so profound, so deep, so true,
that i can only live for you.

-paul verlaine

film

she was a shell.she laid half-dressed on the desk,her body's inability to enjoy she who yearned to pleasure her, was not usually her. the nervous sensations were impulses not transmitted to the brain to be etched as a memory encapsulating a moment of intimacy and passion. instead, they remained like a film; watched from a distance, her involvement but a role she played. but it was not like that. not really. not when the shell was un-empty.

regret would have her watch the film in her head, wishing it was her.

happy mom's day