kibirkstele

black keys should be illuminated or separated with precious ivory, like the fingers of a grand piano. then you could see me caress the words out of it on each sleepless night. you'd see me weave our love story which was never that dramatic, really. i turn pictures into monochrome mirrors because cluelessly, i never bought old camera films. i wonder half awake, with (hopefully) your fingertips on my half-closed eyes. i listen to ghostly footsteps- and hope they're not mine. if the keys were half-white they'd meet prejudice halfway. why we never thought of that? I wish my little black buttons were hugged by icy snow (as

I stood in the wind waiting. Not seeing a tall figure from behind until I felt his breath on my neck. “Tabitha…” I quickly turned around to see those beautiful blue eyes with a tint on green to make them unreadable. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have…” His soft, yet deep voice was too much for me to take. It was my fault all along and he is the one apologizing. “Shhh….” I took a step forward so I could feel his breathing against my chest. “You are not the one to blame.” I took the last step, slowly and hesitating, to hug him and laid my head against his chest. “You alwa

“Don’t do this Izzy!” Jess’ voice caught up with me from below. I could hear other voices too. Some guys were cheering for Tom and some people were just plain scared. I, on the other, steadily faced my opponent, standing two floors above the ground, on the roof of local tourist office, which was closed for Sunday. Tom was smartly smirking at me. He thought I wouldn’t dare to step away from the safe corner where the edges of the roof made up a little platform.  He was steadily standing on another such platform across from me on the right. “Are you ready Perkins?!” I shouted across to him. “Bring it on