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.