Murakami

Oooh I've been reading a lot of Murakami recently, ever since I chanced upon 1Q84 from 9gag I think. And I was like, shit this must be a dystopian novel super cool!

But when I actually got it it was completely different from what I was expecting, so there's slight disappointment there, but man the surrealism and dream and plot was amazing.

Although I must say Murakami's endings are quite weak, always leaving me  hanging.

Then I read Dance ^3 and blind willow which was omgomgomgomg jizz

Uhhh After Dark has pretty jizzzzzzz parts too but today I saw my eng teach had kafaka and i was like ahhhhhhhhhhhh

On being held

He plays piano on the bare of my back
Fingers tapping the ivory of my skin
Pressing the sharps on my shoulder blade

The stifling air beneath the blanket
Our legs clouded in humidity
Whispering
I can feel his breath mask my face in words
Words I don't quite believe but I don't bother to question

A day wasted
Tuberculosis of the spine
Lying in a bed watching digital numbers blind
Ears constantly perked
The door knob
We spring
Knobs

My arm slips on his stomach
Sweat lubricating
I tell him I like the way he smells
Truth is I can't smell anything at all

Unpleasant memories
I can feel my throat choke
Turning away, military companies sinking into the bedspread

Checking phones
I cling on
Don't go
But he makes his way out, and down
I stand outside and watch him leave