5 months ago
Café Noir
A cigarette at 5pm, a coffee a bit earlier; a group of words in the pauses of the day, followed by a sight and then a deep thought. Green tea in the morning, a glance out of the window and a prayer for another day. A kiss in the quietness, a big thai dinner on Fridays, a beer and wank to help break the routine. An unexpected hug, a casual smile, a sweaty game with colours and clothes of different tones and frowns all around the act of the actor, theatrical atmosphere as my only protector. A long hot bath and single square of dark chocolate, a Smiths record on repeat A rough casual fuck, filling a hole to fill a hole, an eternal emptiness never satiated. A cigarette again, this time at any time and a coffee to help a thought in my head to rapidly run away...
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i really enjoy your writing, Ashley .. this is wonderful .. ranging through earthy/mundane to ethereal and here, yearning to accept/evade a thought. we all do "stuff" ...
a lot of it's pleasurable yet all the time there's a thought-track, like a song, in the background and for some reason we both desire and evade it .. why do we do that?
i was transfixed by the "long hot bath and single square of dark chocolate" .. such a slowmotion gorgeous image/moment ...
and thank you for changing comment settings! i had such a time before! lost p/w and so on ... *bleh ... lol
Thank you :)
I know exactly what you mean about you mean about trying to understand the will, yet at the same time trying to step over it, or maybe let it step over me?
However, its no longer a single square. Its turned into whole bars for some reason. I never used to like sweet things at all but then suddenly I got a sweet tooth and began devouring loads of chocolate. Pregnancy is obviously an impossibility. Haha. Bad sugar, bad bad sugar.
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