The small things...

"...and the black nails and the broken iphone screen and all that"

He looked out of the window and went on.

"The small things"

(Pause)

"I just don't know. I might be wrong... But... I don't think I can go on like this much longer"

Waiting

She was mad at him for not answering her messages. But ... Very sadly... For him not to answer to her messages, she had to send him messages in the first place...

Webcam Smiles

Sometimes I wish I could sit in front of a webcam and take happy pictures of myself...

Late night.

He was sitting on the curb. Waiting for a bus.

"I am tired" is what he kept whispering, sometimes grabbing his phone and pretending to be talking to someone not to feel alone (or not to look spooky if anyone came by).

His mouth was dry and he was starting to regret that last pint he drank and the fact he didn't want to drink a Perrier 'cause he thought the girl he was into (that he obviously didn't get) would think he was a woos for doing so.

"A manly man, that's was she is looking for" is what he would later explain to his friends ...

As he was sitting there listening to music he remembered the sunny afternoons he would spend on the back-seat of his school bus listening to "Bittersweet Symphony" and thinking if he prefered that song or "Wonderwall"by Oasis...

A couple of click-wheel turns later he played that song on his ipod.

Filled with a nostalgic sadness he drove his telephone monologue towards a sadder than sad somethinglog with someone somewhere on the other side of the line...

"Hey. I'm pretty pissed. I really can't grasp the 'Why' and the 'How'... But it's especially the 'Why' that bothers me... the... Hey. Here's the bus. I gotta go... Ok ... yeah ... Bye"

He hailed the bus and said... "I often think about the saddest things when I'm waiting for the bus"

Please don't turn off the lights...

"Please... Please...
Don't turn off the lights.
Let me play one more sudoku game on my phone,
Let me read one page,
One more page of this book
I am sure,
This time...
This one time it'll be different.
Wait... Turn off the lights... Go ahead ...
Turn off the lights...
I don't want to get up from bed and turn them off,
Myself"

Winter Red

"... and now it is cold and all I have is this thin cotton red hoodie.
I am sorry. I am sorry I didn't listen"

He was holding a cheap bottle of sparkling wine in one hand... and a lit cigarette in the other.

He was a non Smoker.

One puff, two puffs. Automatic self distruction.

The music had been too loud, the sun shone too hard, the ice cream was to sweet and the water so fresh. 

"I wish ... I just wish I could give it all away. The hoodie, the gloves, my scarf... Everything...
If only tonight I could be cold... If only I could feel the chill..."

One puff, two puffs...


"I Promise, I would... well maybe next time right?"

A french rock song was playing in the background. People were dancing and living their lives away.

One puff, two puffs,... Three.

"Hey... I guess I'll do that tomorrow"

Good Times for a Change

... all she wanted was to get back home, still... She knew... home was the last place she wanted to be

Click...

Turn on the ipod...

Click, Click... Turn the clickwheel...

Click... Click...

"Good times for a change
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man Turn bad
So please please please
Let me, let me, let me
Let me get what I want This time

Haven't had a dream in a long time
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad
So for once in my life
Let me get what I want
Lord knows, it would be the first time
Lord knows, it would be the first time"
...

The before last room in the corridor...

... I loved you.

Like people love the blue sky...