“So, what’s your superpower?”, she enquired, her eyes twinkling brighter than the stars they lay under. He was not sure how to comprehend that. “I’m not sure what you mean. I do not have any superpowers.” “Oh, but you do.”
Category: Through The Wonderwall
The Hardest Part
Look at the starsLook how they shine for youAnd everything you doYeah they were all..
Days Go By
Here is an excerpt from most birthday conversations.“Hey, it’s my birthday!”“How exciting! What’s special for the day?”
Pause
A pair of eyes looks out the window. It’s looking, looking for the blurry image to slow down, to make sense of the scene that is passing by too fast. The brain hasn’t been trained to process that many frames a second. Chaos, confusion, havoc, that is all these eyes see. The owner grows slowly…
Erklärungsnot
On a typical day, at least a hundred thoughts run through the head of a writer. Out of these, possibly a dozen have the potential to turn into a masterpiece. The reason all of this doesn’t end up on paper? I’ve got one word––Word.
A Trip Down Memory Jars
Strange thing, a memory. It’s like hitting on someone at the bar. The more time you spend on them, the more they inch away from you. Damn, do we all have such remarkably repulsive pickup lines? No? Just me? Okay then.
Dear Stranger
I see you, staring out the window with those distant eyes. I see you, scarring the pages of your book like it were your mortal enemy. I see you, with your eyes wide open at 4 a.m. I see you, lost in thought even when you nod along to someone’s chatter. I see you, constantly…
Coffee and Conversations
She sat down and opened her bag. “Shoot! Can’t believe I forgot the book.” What was she going to do while drinking her coffee now? “Casey?”, the barista called out. As she held out the cup, two hands reached for it.