Ruins

18/01/2017/Wednesday
09.02 PM

I didn't know that walls could rip into two like hearts do.
Tearing away from each other, ruining the life of whoever lives in them.
I didn't know that windows could break apart that time in December when we were trying to piece together urban decays to make a shelter for our wandering souls.
Brick by brick, ruins by ruins.
From sunrise to sunset, piecing little thunder to our aching heart.
With a spark of hope and a dash of nonsense; wishing that this one will pass.
But January is too heavy to carry on our broken spines.
So, you let the windows break and let the walls rip in two, and maybe I'll explode our shelter too.
Let it turn into dust that flows recklessly in your lungs.

I didn't know my walls could rip into two when I saw you.
Only to be built again now that I'm leaving you.

Monday Noon Blues

Monday/16/1/2017
13.08

I haven't seen you in the last
Lifetime
So, I asked gods and monsters above
To give me rain
And give me pain
Let them help me to write about you again.
In vain.
Maybe one day, in Spain.
When we move to Barcelona with heads higher than the clouds, and feet lighter than feather.
They gave me rain, they gave me pain, and here's a note about you again.
Maybe one day, we'll mess with their brains and drink our champagne.