Heading for a spin


Chris, never a year older than 26. I went back to the Cuvrystreet in Berlin the day after I heard the news, the place by the riverside where I last saw him. I bought a flower and thought of the times when I cut his hair underneath street lightning, talked about French girls, defied the sun in the park. Thought about his perfectly timed remarks, his humility, his ripped trousers he refused to call trousers, his high-pitched humming, his soothing eyes, stripe patterns and his incredible smile. Goodbye Chris.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s