Lost Love Lust

Tags: live

• a buon intenditor poche’ parole.

  It is quite ironic how the post before this is the epitome of depression and pessimism, and  this post pours optimism and mellow smiles. But that is what life is, corect? A correlation of beauty and irony, perhaps the dependent equation upon which we live on. Without the bad, the good does not taste as sweet yes? Home alone, Italian music [...]

• right, so i am a geek.

  Sitting myself down in the vintage black chair that exists in my room, I put a little “Boney M” on and sip a little water from a coffee cup. Indeed, a revelation bewilders me. Perhaps I truly will always be the weird geeky girl. I digress and continue to hum along to “Rasputin”. If they put 80′s music [...]

• alla stessa ora.

  She cannot see her life without him, a couple days have passed, still no word. Thoughts, feelings, fears. She misses his mouth,eyes,face. Is love blind? Perhaps. Staring out the window, she hopes he will come up behind her, hold her, kiss her soft skin. That does not happen. What is he doing now? Is he [...]

• see.

  Her every step hits the ground one after the other. As if letting go of each unhappy event occured that day, she runs. She has found it. The one thing that can actually give her peace. Alone in silence, she passed each house, wondering what those people might be doing, if they are happy, or [...]