Listen, I’ve always been super into the idea that we have souls, you know?  But lately I’ve been spiraling on this one thought, like: “If we’re totally in love with our soul, but it’s not actually chilling inside this body… then why are we out here worried about finding some…

“These… evil (and subtle) delights… never end.” Shakespeare said: “These violent delights have violent ends”  My phrase is merely the dark twist to the Juliet’s warning to Rome, right after their first kiss 🔥 It does not explode like the adolescent passion of Romeo and Juliet.   It simply persists,…

Most people cannot endure fasting.   That is why they negotiate with the menu. I was at one of these Christmas dinners  A veteran marriage, the lady began interrogating the gentleman, and I saw no point (it was impossible not to hear); he was never rude, but he was fed…

That night… Just two souls made of peat and smoke, talking like no one else is listening. Because they aren’t. This one’s slower.  Bluesy piano, like it’s drunk too. No rush. No promises. Just…the truth sliding out of the speaker, warm as the last sip.  Tomorrow can wait. Tonight, it’s…

Allow(x) only if x = + Jazz & blues drifting low, a single dim lamp, a glass of bourbon… 🥃 –“Oh, logical conditions for parsing emotional languages.” Clearing the variable X in my equation is never simple, because I don’t seek to merely “deserve” a 1—I refuse false positives—the result…

“Well, you already know what it means to hide an Ace or a Joker among the cards…” I tossed a veiled barb at an alpha, hoping my insinuation would land, perhaps even shock him. I watched him loading his reply like a weapon:  1. If he went sexual → he…

I saw him and read his thought before the game even began; in the background purred “Blood Runs Cold” by Is It Sunday?, that seductive jazz.  His thought: “She’s definitely a 10.” That remark disappointed me faintly—“Still scoring when my language is pure energy”😮‍💨   The last rating I received…

It is as though modern love arrived with subtitles in Arial 12: “Here comes the part where we feign surprise.” No longer flirtation—corporate ritual..   – Phase 1: “What do you listen to on “Spotify”?”  (Translation: Do you fit my algorithm?) – Phase 2: “I love to travel.”  (Translation: I…

“Drama is the dopamine of the hollow soul.” Tonight I am not alone; I linger in a masquerade of phantoms… all cloaked in personas conjured by the grand theater of existence. Me? I have donned the guise of Lilith—yes, I know what you think: this figure is irony made flesh,…

That morning cloaks my skin as usual—I had to once again keep the sunlight from touching me, had to seem normal… Silences always weigh heavy… the society progresses, but consciousness does not—they only upgrade the toys, they don’t care about your essence. There’s an ancient spirit within each of us…