a house of my own

there has always been this deep need to draw houses
even when the intent is to draw trees

because for as long as i can remember
we haven't had a proper home
and i never had what Virginia Woolf calls,
a room of one's own

coffee for a broken-heart

this one from www.teamimhoff.com reminded me of a short story that has become mine:

i still make coffee for two...

reading 'sleep tight'

i suppose, in everyone's life, there is a time when you wake up with the thought of killing yourself.
you can never sleep at night because nights will magnify all your fears.
and by the morning, they become so stretched, the only fears you see is the one about not wanting to wake up to face another day.

hate song

am mad at you today.
am mad
because you do not see
what you are doing
mad
that you don't realize
this suffering you inflict on me
is yours too
mad
because
together
we made sense
until you decided to fling senses to nowhere
am so mad that you are doing this
when you know we have been
each others' torment
all these years

may you suffer
just like i suffer without you

lost lost

there was a time i came to these pages every day because some strange continent seemed to have swallowed you up.
i come here now because it is the only space where am still with you

Ghost

Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen

Haunt me




without

presence

we are torment...

together

or

a p a r t

the silences are always about you
so is chatter

you slip in and out of conversations
made with strangers,
you affix yourself
somewhere inside of me
-- the part of my body that doesn't really exist.

you become
the part of me
they call soul

torment,
i wish you suffering
just like the one i am to live with
because you are forever
only a memory