oh, you thought. you thought that you were looking for love.
he sat on the couch, trying his best not to let his eyes wander to a screen of any sort. he wanted a break. he…
his legs crosses in and his head disappears there — on cold building roofs. some steel some concrete. pollution fills his nostrils. he is…
1am – as you look out the window, to the opposite block, you’ll see a boy. hunched over a black wooden desk with a…
maybe it’s me. maybe i’m different. maybe i’m too independent. maybe i hate small talk. maybe i’m twisted. maybe i’m weird. maybe i’m not…
Seven tables. 15 seats. Pastries line one half of the counter display while cans & bottles fill up the other.
a plea i make every night before i go to bed. a prayer i mutter to no one in particular. a hope i cling onto…
8am. My eyes shoot right open. Gravity is my enemy here, refusing to allow me to pull myself out of bed.
They play with your feelings, they play with your supposed schedules.
Eleven hour shifts. Money on my right hand and tickets on my left. Meaningless “thank you”s and “please come again”s leave my…