Our hearts

Dying isn't cowardly and talking takes bravery, convincing our tongues carrying their stories, they are the lifeguards swimming for our hearts. It takes a second to keep on wishing for our pulse to stop and restart, the joy you feel when you open your curtains and the sun is shining, when you witness a mother … Continue reading Our hearts


The book had been upon your lips for weeks. It was shrouded in your love, your admiration, still unclear to me. In lonely bookshop wanders I thought of you. Of the book, its title and the way your mouth navigated the sounds, soft and hard. It lingered in the corners of our conversations, presented itself … Continue reading Vigil