Will he ever???

She liked what she'd seen inside his deep-set greenish brown eyes. It made her want to undress his conscience and make love to his thoughts. It made her want to watch him slowly take all the walls he'd built up around his mind and let herself inside. To explore the soft center he kept hidden under that top layer of hard candy. To dig into how he felt about life. About everything. Anything. To uncover the vulnerability he kept from everyone else. Bottom line was that she craved to know the real man behind that ravishing smile of his. Even after she warm-heartedly revealed her intentions to him, he fought shy of her advances. Question was... would he ever let her do that?

The words she's been desperately meaning to tell him

I have, my dear, this desire for a wilder experience, a greater pleasure, a higher high, a more shattering ecstasy — an extreme of sensation joining pleasure and pain — and YOU were the one who awakened that urge in me. You and you alone bring out the dark and rich femaleness in me. You are my Man and I am your Woman. So I must submit myself to you. I've chosen you. Nobody else I want, but you. If you won't, then I choose not to experience the thrill. It's up to you now. You own my fate in this matter.

Stalker

Everywhere I look I see a part of you. Your skin is in every other man's body, your hair color is the same as the gentlemen's passing by, your shape is in all of the shadows surrounding my own... under the pale blue skies, you stalk me. I can't help it but to think of you... so much I see you in every nook and cranny of the streets... so much I can feel you even when you're miles away from me...

Love of writing

When I write I let go of myself and dive deep down in everything that surrounds me... and then words pour out... and I tremble within. I find ecstasy. Complete and pure ecstasy. And then I realise that is when I find myself -- laetitia, happiness. Writing... and loving every minute of it.

Blue twilight

Coldness is blue. The cold wind blows outside and it sheds a blue light over the sheets of empty paper in front of me. Oh so long since I've written something. Oh so long since I've felt this much happiness, that the blue twilight on a sunday is no longer sad to me.

High Fidelity

Maybe Nick is right, after all. Pop generation is the one who goes to travel and asks for another one to leave it all behind and join them, while someone else is already packed up, waiting by the door and ready to go.

Time

Drops of rain on the front window. I haven't got the time. Not even to smell the rain that is pouring outside.

You are my afterglow

The seconds are passing by. The only noises you hear are those from the street. From the frenetic lives of others. Inside, only them. Him and her. He's lying on the sofa. He's concentrated on his reading. She's seating on the floor near him. She's concentrated on her yoga. They both are breathing deeply. They hear each other's breath. They feel peace. They breathe peace. They are in love. And yet they can be completely silent. Just breathing. I guess Mia Wallace was damn right.

On my nerves

Damn thing. Damn fucking thing jealousy is. And it keeps ticking inside your broken heart. Poor thing. Poor fucking thing you are.

Bad trip

Calmly, I open my eyes. The room is white. No furniture. No windows. The light comes from nowhere. My mind is blank. I breathe deeply. I am lying on the floor and I feel nothing. Am I dead? Is this heaven? I sit. I see a door. I stand up. Every step I take makes the door go farther. I stop. Turn around. I see a wall. I walk towards it. It goes away. Maybe I'll never reach it. I sit back. Maybe it's just a dream. I lie on the floor. The door is behind me. I grin. Stand up. A green garden reveals itself as the door opens. I remember everything. Every single damn thing just seems to fit. All the little details. I want to wake up. I can't. I'm trapped on my own fucking mind.