Colors Tray

My skin is white, my soul is black and my thoughts are often blue.

Your skin is black, your soul is white and your thoughts are lost and your eyes never smile.

Truth and Lies

Your lies hurt more than the bitterest truth.
Either tell me all or just seal your lips.
In either case, I will be gone.

She and Her Memories of Him

She wanted to get some hearings, some news from him. But she didn't. It wasn't long after she found out that she was no longer in his life. She didn't know how to feel, just thought how easy it was to forget all. Suddenly, she realized something. It was easy to break up with them, but it wasn't easy to get rid of memories. That was the hardest of all.

The man she was in love wasn't it him, but her memories of him.

Stranger

He was a stranger. He was a stranger to these skies, to these faces, to all.

His soul was aching. Inside he was suffering from these emotional tumors that noone could cure. The more richness his eyes witnessed, the sadder he got at heart. His life was nothing but flashbacks of poverty of his past life.

His loneliness was stiffened by the fact that he was from a third world country. He passed through all these crowded streets, but couldn't find anything familiar. A few blocks later, he heard someone called his name.

Sadness fell upon his heart. He was no longer stranger. The magic was gone.

Too Boring to Read

I got on the train with the hope to read someone interesting. In my closest vicinity, I began to observe two young girls talking vehemently. All the necessary-unnecessary words were pouring from their mouths. Like rivers.

I closed my eyes and traveled away from them. I was there. I wasn't there. The words took me here. Took me there. I didn't hear anything. Nor I read. I was at ease. It was my turn to be in peace.