Thinking

I think of you all day. Sometimes in the quiet only the ticking clock keeps me company, while I daydream of you here, holding my hand, making my heart beat faster, making my reason disappear. The darkness falls and I yet I think of you, of where you might be, and who is the lucky one to be sharing your space. I think of you all night.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

More about me