A fictive situation based on a true story:

His perspective:

I am drunk, but I can never be satisfied. The dozen of empty beer bottles standing on the old oak wooden kitchen table fill the space so much there is barely any space left. Among the empty brown-tinted bottles of beer gather wine and harder stuff bottles. But that is okay, I have lived with this for almost 60 years now and I did never ...

This is unacceptable! The finely woven silk on my dress soaked in a puddle of human excrements and the silk of my white gloves deeply bruised and dirty from the earthly soil beneath me. The straw on which I am seated stinging my skin. Never have I ever felt something so uncomfortable in my life.

The cold and damp air filled with a foulish odour, something that only the peasants in the past, wait...

While chasing your ghost, I became one myself

I just couldn’t let go and it put me through hell

A hole where my heart was, a pain in my chest

And no medication that could put me to rest

While I was sorting the boxes, I fell to the floor

Wishing you would come walk through that door

The picture frames and the smell on your shirt

A disturbing amplification of me feeling hurt

While I was sorting ...

There is a smell of candles emanating from the kitchen window. I can hear giggling noises and chatter as I exit the car, then sudden silence. I knew this was coming. I had secretly hoped for this for years. A picture-perfect sit-com moment out of the books of 90's nostalgia. But now that it is here I don't really want it.

Why now? Why you? Is this some sick way to apologise for you hitting me la...

If wishes fell like rain,

Then certainly I am a storm

If hope would grow on trains

Then I would be the tracks

If love would be a game

Then certainly I am a gambler

If wisdom flows like water

Then I would learn to swim

If time was floating backwards

A traveler I would be

If mistakes were made from honey

I certainly would be a bee

If luck was more than guessing

I’d be an expert in my field

If fai...

Some spilled ink on faded sheets

Some illegible names is all that is

No ghost is lingering inside this house

Telling tales from times of happiness

No photographs inside a frame

I'm sure you're struggling with my name

You show no feeling of regret

What would you do if we'd ever met?

It might be easier for you

To act as though you never knew

Is there a way to bridge this crater?

Until you find it ...