onsdag

“i mean, it wasn’t supposed to be this way…not like this at least…,” he thought and frowned his face with such might. it was as if he had swallowed a lemon whole. it had been one of those days, when he questioned himself, “why was he doing what he was doing when he was so miserable…? it wasn’t supposed to be this way…not like this at least…”

 

Onsdag

the straps of her sandals hug her flesh tight
and her veins turn into thick earthworms,
into dams that hold the blood from reaching her toes.
but there’s still an hour left at work
and yet another to reach home
only then she can unleash the numbness of her little toes.

 

voices

Today is one of my close friend’s birthday. We have both entered our 30s and we live in different parts of the world. We chat occasionally but I haven’t heard her voice or seen her in person for a long time. And when I try to remember her voice, she doesn’t say anything specific…she just mumbles or argues about something but is laughing at the same time. In fact, every time I think of any friend, they are not saying anything, they are simply making incoherent noises in my head and are strangely smiling too.

Is it because I have forgotten what we have spoken about or is it because I haven’t heard their voices in such a long time or both?