one sentence. |
he saw in me, something that most do not. and from that i can't help but feel a connection. that recognition meant more to me then some of the best conversations withthe cleverest and wittiest of peop... Posted by a horse called fabio. on Sun, 19 Oct 2008 03:33:00 PST |
drowning |
i made the get away that she could not.she stays; drowning herself in him. Posted by a horse called fabio. on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 07:25:00 PST |
once |
once, i thought i could never forget you, ever. today i look at your picture and somehow see the unfamiliar.and then i realise that i kind of have. Posted by a horse called fabio. on Tue, 30 Sep 2008 05:04:00 PST |
he used to |
he used to make my mouth go dry, like there was a thousand butterflies escaping from between my lips, their wings powdery and luminescent. Posted by a horse called fabio. on Fri, 26 Sep 2008 04:52:00 PST |
if sentences could save lives |
If sentences could save lives, would you be here reading this now? If sentences could save lives, what would you say, what would you need to hear? A statement is all it takes to change a mind... Posted by a horse called fabio. on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 07:45:00 PST |
another time |
Another time, there was this boy who liked me. A lot. I didn't realise at first. I was enjoying making a really smart, really funny new friend. When I found out I felt the butterflies of conflict over... Posted by a horse called fabio. on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 06:58:00 PST |
this one moment |
There is this one moment, in New York, that is the first thing that comes to mind when people deliver a tirade of the least original questions they can come up with. What was the highlight? What was y... Posted by a horse called fabio. on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 06:54:00 PST |
Polaroids and Autumn Leaves |
A Polaroid lays abandoned on a pavement, in a suburban street, half covered with defeated leaves of cold to come. A couple captured in a nonchalant pose, his face, slightly blurred as he laughs at som... Posted by a horse called fabio. on Tue, 06 May 2008 05:31:00 PST |
the one who breaks my heart. |
Suddenly one day, I realised that he really could be the one who breaks my heart. A wave of fear passed through me, but it didn't stop me from rushing forth and wanting to fall in love with him all th... Posted by a horse called fabio. on Tue, 06 May 2008 06:15:00 PST |
Bells will ring. |
A wedding party congregates across the street from me, and I feel a little detached from reality, from other people. In a similar sense, they too seem a little removed from reality, their insignifican... Posted by a horse called fabio. on Wed, 23 Apr 2008 01:16:00 PST |