Three dots can say it all… — … Three dots. Ellipsis. A full stop that doesn’t want to be alone. An ending that continues. A declaration of an omission; an omission which reverses itself, if decoded by the reader. A manifestation of cowardice on its one “edge”, but the absolute courage on its other. …

Weekend’s prompt: inner situation=>outer projection — Lion, lion, Where are you? Will you come out of the blue? If I kill you, would this mean I’m a monster, too within? Was your figure in written formed just for secrets to be unexposed? I am ready to confront all the symbols you enclose. You exist for me to…

A cold shower (according to Sofia) — What if Earth stayed in bed and didn’t follow its orbit some day? When you imagine that, what happens in your gut? You know, like… “I’m bored today, Cosmos! I’m also disappointed by the rest of the team. Saturn is too gassy, the Sun is too hot. The stars are too shiny, while…

Don’t tell me your name. Tell me your apartment number. — A building of 244 apartments; a vertical neighborhood. A way of saying to the ground-space We feel we will run out of you soon; we spent you, we overused you, so, instead of doing more horizontal spreading, we decided to sit on one another. And you know how it is……

Just experiencing the experience — It’s not the sunset of her life. As far as she knows, at least… But it is a sunset definitely; her roots no longer exist. Images alternate vividly on her mind’s screen, directed by memory and reality; something in between. Embraced by nostalgia, loosened by the wine’s touch, her hand prefers the…

Written while I was repeatedly listening to “Golden Brown”* — A spherical matrix. The host of both the unique and the ordinary. An entity so big and so small if you dig. A matter full of spirit. A spirit full of matter. Energy formed, energy flexible. Alchemy only in silence is perceptible. So many events in so many microcosms. Everything is open…

I’m in a Revolution state of mind, yes… — Open doors. Guns free to use. Everyone can carry one. The law says now “you choose”. Closed doors. Female phimosis*. Your body doesn’t belong to you. The law says exactly this. The land of the free. The land of the dreams. The land of distorted definitions; sometimes, so it seems… …

or, post-reading — The book is breathing calmly in my hands for as long as I don’t see the trigger-messages It starts fidgeting after that; under- and over-doing are cages. It evaporates then before my eyes; It turns itself into a cloud. It enters my nostrils slowly to investigate the ground. I sense…