into the water, splash!
with a squeal and loud laughter,
she douses her dad
Looking backward, he contemplates:
Do we mostly orchestrate our own tortures, invite them to our door, fling it wide open and beg them to come inside for a spell?
Thinking about it, he isn’t so certain that the troubles he lived through weren’t of his own [...]
silent, her feet don’t
disturb thin layers of dust –
some past haunts his thoughts
No more deep thoughts, no more words hawked as wisdom or profundity or other silliness.
No more complexities and abstractions.
Just one goal, the goal I strove for when I began to write again after many years and when the walls began tumbling down:
Essence. [...]
In the middle of the night, I woke up and was plagued with something close to the following:
My first, and only, true love was Death — only she didn’t answer by to that name. She had introduced herself to me as Vanessa and had insisted that I call her that, although we both knew [...]