Let the ocean speak for you
I like the way the ocean matches the color of your eyes, and I like the freedom I feel with the wind in my hair. I like the way chocolate strands stick to my lipstick. I like soft pastel shades…
The escapism chapter begins here
The escapism chapter begins here
Alessia Jane
TANGERINE
i. Tangerine skies starring in your eyes at midnight, a broad daylight. Shades of marmalade stripes in the twilight. Incandescent glow, handwrite the notes turn them into paper boats, navigating your jokes. They’re meant for me. ii. The sun went…
It’s December and I didn’t do anything I promised myself I would last year
It’s December and I didn’t do anything I promised myself I would last year. He laughs. And then he becomes serious, searching my eyes. What are you talking about? I think you’ve done plenty of things. Plenty of steps forward. …
BODY, IT IS THE SHAPELESS FORM OF A BODY I ONCE KNEW
Rising from the canopy of trees in the early morning light, clouding the horizon mercilessly, wetting the bark of the spruces, soaking the fur of the deer, it is the shapeless form of a body I once knew. Dark hair…
One ripe peach and a man who can’t dream
One ripe peach and a man who can’t dream meet each other in a cool summer morning. In the bright August light, the man finds himself observing the breakfast table full of sweet and salty things. The wooden basket sits…
Talking about Jane
I may sound egocentric, cause even if I am talking about Jane I always find a way to make it about me. I blinked once, twice, trying to adapt my eyes to the dark room full of mirrors. Even then…
The miracle in the change of season
As the day equals the night, as the clouds crowd the sky, leaves starting to die turning colors into plain shades of survive. The world is changing: my miracle. Flowers whiter in the Nyson meadow, even the most glorious and…
