Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Sunrise

There is nothing like the African sun rising or setting.
It makes my heart glow.
Even Ngong rd looks pretty at about 6.15 am.

I would miss this terribly if I go away.

And act of desperation

I'm not at all proud of it.
And it only made me feel better momentarily.
For a short while it felt good to touch, to be someone else, to pretend.
Rebel against you.
Rebel against my heart.

But also this made me left cold and empty.
Only missing you more then before.

What is an empty kiss anyway? A lie. A lie straight up our faces.
There is no joy to tangled hair without that soft embrace of possible promises.