You sent a text I did not read

Holding my fort down I hit delete

It will surely slip your mind, this unread message

Sorry, I have past the point of being in need

Of your attention, your care, your well-meaning pity deeds

This scar would stay wrinkly ugly and ache a mighty bit

But no more for you it would bleed

A last mental hug and a last mental kiss

And a last best wish I slipped through this slit

Colored silver, shaped crescent, hung up high on the velvet sky


In peace



You are running a marathon that we were supposed to run together.

I thought I had no more tears, yet in this deep hour of the night they kept on flowing. I wonder if you are happy. I suppose you are. I hope you are, so these tears are not for vain.

I am running a marathon in my own mind. I imagine your face, sweaty hair strands dancing in October breezes. I imagine running with you. I imagine you would be faster yet would wait for me anyway, but then my damn bathroom break messed up everything and we got lost from each other. You know what’s worse? That you got the key to our locker that held our phones and all belongings! I imagine we finished the run with you ahead of me exactly the same amount of time as my bathroom break (ha! you were as fast as me)! Somehow we managed to find each other in this crowd of thousands of people wearing the same marathon shirt, without phone, without maps, only a telepathy of two hearts searching for each other. I imagine we jumped for joy and relief, and of course bear hugs. I imagine we kissed and posed for a million pictures. I imagine all the pain we felt at the finish line and our utmost disappointment seeing stairs and the lament we would make sitting down and standing up on busses and trains and the whole awkward limping walk back to our hotel. We would be too tired to pig out on pelmeni so I imagine we would cuddle and fall quickly into a peaceful sleep. I imagine we woke up together, had another round of ‘ouch ouch’ funny faces and then we would go home together.

I imagine we were together.

A wild imagination don’t you think?


Time closes an open wound but leaves a scar that aches every now and then. You left a hole in my chest. That’s what I told myself. But maybe it was me who created it. I erased, destroyed, deleted every traits of your existence so now I’m staring at the physical nothingness with a mind full of indestructible you. I looked at the hole I digged, at the scar tissues time left, feeling as painful as an emptiness could cause.


I had come for you

Yet only the back of you I saw

I knew better to expect less

Yet foolishly I wished for more

Years from now should we ever look back

I wonder if regrets would be all this sore




Another second past, you were not here

Turmoil thoughts breathed

Another life into the beast


No mercy it shows

No limit it grows

Beyond balls and chains

and layers of wall I carefully laid




without you,


The beast got free

Running wild in my veins

Spreading the deepest pain

To anywhere it touched

Yet that was not its main goal

You see, it was searching,

Particularly meticulously so

For a beating heart

To kill

As it would call itself,





Time revived

When you were here,


Forget me not

Too busy, I was looking at, the potholes the troubles the chances of failure, that

I forgot

You are right here, in front of me

Would you please

Speak up


‘I am right here, in front of you’

Scream loud,

Set me straight


You are right here in front of me

And I am right here in front of you

Tale of Sun and Moon

I came from a place, where I witnessed a love story.

One special day, Sun and Moon crossed path. Moon was the only one that could cool down Sun’s temper and Sun was the only one that could warm Moon up in her embrace. They fell in love instantly.

Yet in that place, Sun and Moon could never see each other, except for those few special days or nights and only for a few minutes. Sun spent every second of her time trying to catch up with Moon just to miss him by a few seconds. She kept on chasing.

I am now in a place, a happier place maybe, for Sun could see Moon in summer days. Moon stays a little longer and Sun rises a little earlier, just so they could see each other. I am quite sure of that.

And I wish one day I could be in a place, where Sun and Moon would be together, happy ever after.