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Anthony David

It seems I am at the end and the beginning, of what it is gone and what it is to come. 

For what may come, I can only dream it, wish it and either, wait for it or run to it. But it would be to run into nothingness.

My dreams come true, if only . . . A memory only or wishful thinking. Unrealistic, exactly, I know reality too well.

To be loved why does it seem that we are not to love ourselves too? To be loved why does it seem that we are to sacrifice our heart and soul?

To keep them, to keep myself then it is for me the endless death of ongoing existence. Or it could only be that I feel sad today and tomorrow he will be gone from my thoughts.

Gone forever, until I see him again or hear him, or maybe until I see a cat or hear the rain. I’ll  forget him until my next Sunday morning cup of coffee.

Or maybe tomorrow I’ll remember when I was hurt, or when I cried, or when I didn’t understand and this thoughts will push him out of my mind.

At the end and at the beginning as it is suppose to be. To make room for what it is to come some things need to be gone. 

Gone, but not gone, never or maybe always.



In gray skies I dream my dreams,

Of love and loss, of days far gone.

In gray skies I feel the spirit,

Of a man so sad he is bound to laugh.

In gray skies a see a face,

Made of rain, warm bread and a calm smile.

In gray skies,

In rainy days,

A sunless earth full with life.

Dust and Wind

And the morning came
And with it the moon
And the night left
And with it the sun
And the rain came
And the water burned like acid
Running down y back
Running down my legs
Making me aware
Of every single cell
In my body, in my face
Fire and ashes
Dust and wind.

Randon Thoughts Before Bed

  1. I hate attorneys
  2. I forgot that you kissed my nose in your car, in the rain. God was that over a year ago already?
  3. Yes, I have to get on with my decision of healthier eating habits
  4. Yes, that thought is really hard to materialize
  5. Sex was good, but I do miss talking to you
  6. Am I growing old because of thought #5?
  7. Great (not really) now I can only think of you and your thoughts have obliterated the rest of my thoughts . . .
  8. Wait, I feel  a thought happroaching . . . Benedict Cummerbatch???
  9. Your thoughts cannot really obliterate mine, because technically they’re all my thoughts…
  10. Tomorrow’s Friday, I can make it one more day


Slowly rips through my body. I can hear it tearing slowly at my skin, cutting, slicing, blood slowly seeping out of my veins.
Cold and sharp is the pain, I try to move, I try to scream but there is no scape.
Death is coming, the feeling is comfortably numb.
The blood slides over my body, I think of rain on my window, I feel every beat of my heart like a hammer to my temples.
My eyes are blurry, a drowned cry never leaves me. The pain.

And then, death, or maybe I just woke up.