Even if you never read this, somebody else will

My all time favourite god has three sons and sometimes I wonder which one I’d rather date.


Zeus is the man whore that impregnates everything that moves. Poseidon abandons you after a one-night-stand.  And there is Hades, who gets the leftovers of what is no longer significant.

Doesn’t this sound familiar?

Eventually you’ll choose to go for dinner with the dad instead, because you’d like someone to talk to and he happens to be the only one who really knows you and you realize you’re in love with him, as there is no one else to truly confide in. Then he says:

“We’re like two parallels.”

This is the moment you swallow hard and knock over the wine glass. And you thought older men are less likely going to hurt you…


You know how the sound of broken glass resonates in your ears sometimes, how it vibrates inside a healing wound or how it splits your brain in two. No, I’m just tired with a headache. I can’t sleep in bed, but I can sleep when I’m on the train or when sitting on the staircase at work. When I’m empty, I’m tired and ready for sleep any time, even if I have to risk having my cigarettes stolen.

And yet, I love the sunlight, but I am more awake under halogen lights shining upon the white sea. When I swim in the white sea I seek love and freedom. Free love, yes! Consolidation.  And warmth.

For a change I don’t want to be scared of that warmth and how it will one day escape me just because I care. To avoid that I’d rather not feel it at all.

One gets tired of how things slip away.

Using tiredness to replace the word ‘fear’ is kind of coward and devious, I’m sorry. How do you protect yourself? Remain reserved?

“It is easy to ignore the rain if you had a raincoat.”


All I want is a longer foreplay. That’s how two people get to know each other, no? It’s all about foreplay…to me.





Just forget it. Forget this story.


Bin it.

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