Family {present words from Corey

Flip a coin and / or explode.

Family {past words to Egle

.I will pour my heart out to you when you're next to me holding my hand.
.This, too, will probably be over soon so I don't know if there's any point. I have lost faith and am jaded. Quickly! Where could I get a fairy tale book?
.I think I might need an enormous amount of sweet nothings and romance before my soul is dear again.

Night guests

I was in a large student house
and my ex was upstairs
and we were alone
I was cleaning downstairs
it was dark and winter
and the streets were empty
but all the windows were open to let the air in
and then this creepy old homeless man with a dog started talking to me through the window
and I tried to be polite
but also said that I had to close the windows
and I wasn't too scared 'cause I knew Jaanus was upstairs
but the creepy man said that he didn't think so
and started climbing in from the window
and I said that my friend's upstairs
he just smiled and came in
and I tried to scream
but my voice was lost
and that's when I woke up

Uku and Mai under the stars

Stars are everything. They are time, chance and luck.

There were boys and girls under the stars. There was one boy for every girl and one girl for every boy. And for every star there was a boy and a girl in love. The stars were supposed to hold them together.

But the stars wondered around too much and got mixed up. So did the boys and girls.

Sometimes a boy or a girl would grab hold of a star, convinced it was theirs. Stars got confused of the wrong boy or girl and shook them down the edge of earth. That's how other stars lost their boys and girls. A beautiful idea and a plan full of love became a catastrophic bundle of nonsense.

Time passed. It was a rare thing now for the right boy or the right girl to find the right star, even more rare for the right boy to find the right girl or the other way around, and almost a miracle for them to meet under the right star together.


This is a story about Uku and Mai.
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Or whoever YOU choose.

I feel autumn in my bones and winter in my heart. This is why I want spring in my head and summer in my veins.
This should answer all your questions.

Stuart

Stuart worked at a local bar where he officially got drunk from Thursday to Monday and not officially from Monday to Thursday. He had a ‘buddy’ called Harry (from Monday to Thursday he was referred to as a ‘drunk’). Harry was a middle-aged, big-nosed, comforting-faced, buddy-like person.

“What is happiness?” he once asked Stuart.

“Happiness is when you can abandon your whole life and not feel a thing,” answered the barman with a smirk. “’Cause that means you’re free and freedom is happiness. Past is a prison of shame.”

“That’s funny ‘cause I always thought it was the other way around you see. That committing to something you care deeply about is the way to go. Which brings me here, to this cozy little pub, trying to get pissed every day of the week when I know I can’t any more. What I’m really doing is committing to the one thing I care deeply about- rum!” Harry laughed. “Cheers, Stu!”

Stuart was left bemused. “Are you happy, my friend?”

“Happier with the glass than without it. I think. I am a drunk and you are a man with no past. When I look at you and then when I look at myself, I’d say we’re both far far faaaaaaar away from the answer. Far away from the truth,” said Harry and skulled the last of his rum.