new moon

I'v always been more productive at night. At this time of the journey, I usually feel alive, splendid, restless, unmoody, sexy and possibilities seems endless. I remember those late-nights talks, late-nights cocktail, late-night dust i use to share with most of you guys. Old shadows, old pals. The one that only wave their hands when we cross our paths now. The one I use to hold in my hands, cry with. The one I use to make love with at 3 A.M, the one I use to hallucinate with. The shadows that are still in the background of my daily routine. From my everything, to lusty dusties. Those silly ghosts. I remember all your smells, all your wrinkles. I remember the graphic details, the agony of our deep breaths. We became addicted to each others, for the most part of it. Then we threw ourselves out. Our bodies, our souls were just part of the endless consumption cycle. Grab-take-absord-throw. We were consumer goods; we were diamond in a rough.

The night remains my escape. It seems like plastic and toc doesn't smells at night. It's all covered with mild honey and vanilla scent. Most ghosts are covered up by their nightmare's blankets anyways.

Ghost one:

I don't think I ever stopped to mention your name once in a while. I don't think it's creepy: I think you should be flattered. Like every girl, heartbreaks leads to reborns. You were part of the music I played, part of the secrets I held, part of the painting I spray-painted on the wall, part of the dreams I was making secretely. You are still apart, still probably ignorant of all these schemes I made up in my mind. You were, and always is, my biggest source of inspiration. I hate those people that serves prefabricated words: i don't have to move on. You are only part of me.

Ghost two:

You brought me from teenage years to womanhood. We use to love to inhale snow, and inhale men. I remember our man-eater years. It was all with you. You brought the trash out of me before I left my 10's. I'm forever purified. Thanks. All we do now is wave hands. We use to like it "live fast, die young. If only I knew it was just a metaphor for our friendship.

Ghost Three:

You are an asshole.