Dec 16, 2025
gamini, Hand portrait (2016)
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gamini, Hand portrait (2016)
by the deactivated gamini
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Sometimes I click old chats to laugh because of how cringe it is but then get depressed seeing the chat of that one old friend that I don't talk to anymore
sometimes i grieve all my lost friendships and then i think about the unreplied letters in summer, about the way they would ignore my words, laugh at me for every little mistake i did. not respecting my opinions, putting down my interests. talking behind my back. and the most ironic thing is that i do miss them. i still love the memory of them and i probably always will. i will watch them from a distance and be jealous of everyone who makes them smile. i will dream about us being friends again and live through that summer another time. yet, they pretend not to know me. they never ask how i have been and they probably never will.
but somewhere deep within me, there is still the summer two years ago when we still called ourselves best friends and we spent most of our days by the pool. and they cannot take the joy of feeling the water gently splash my skin and hearing their laughter from me.
In the Corners of a Coffee Mug
I used to take my coffee black (just like my metal) Muddy and the kind of thick that comes from truck stop diners at four AM The kind of coffee you need to drink fast so it doesn’t start to eat through your Styrofoam cup
I liked it best in the early morning When the sun is just barely waking up and the purple sky seems just a little bit lighter After the bars have all closed and you and I used to never go home No, not yet And so, we sit in a diner, ordering breakfast that we probably weren’t going to eat we just wanted to be with each other Those perfect nights that never seem to end are eternal in the corners of a coffee mug
I take my coffee with cream and a lot of sugar I traded one addiction for another And now my meals are covered in sweet It’s funny how tastebuds change when trading one stimulant for another there’s always a pot of jolt being brewed just because it’s legal doesn’t mean it’s not addiction Rehab for Colombia’s finest beans
There hasn’t been a late-night diner visit for coffee in a really long time But I can still remember the laughter and I remember those serious but only to us conversations watching the sunrise from a booth seat in a Denny’s right off the interstate
I miss that smell of cigarettes and you
The U.K. has long been a good friend of the U.S.A. and will be again when Trump is gone.
But it isn’t just Britain that wouldn’t join Trump’s bungled war, neither did France, Germany, Spain, Italy… well, why would they? If it had been any other President, it would have been a very different story, and Starmer is a European politician, so thoughtless wars, rudeness and vulgarity don’t impress European leaders that don’t break international law.
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And the videos of you laughing bring the largest smile to my face and the loudest sobs to my throat.
I watch you live your life imagining myself as nothing more than a phantom of the past. I stare through the screen, listening to the joy you have with all those who are new and all those who had the pleasure to stay.
And in some ways, I’m still there with you. In the way I still see the remnants of dye in your hair done by my hands. I see myself in the jacket that used to be mine now clinging to your shoulders.
In some ways we are still friends, in another world, you still confide in me, we still make plans, we still laugh loud and together. But here, at this time, you walk past and avoid my eyes. You look tense and awkward at the meer sight of me.
Was I not a good friend?
Did I not do enough to have the honour to stay by your side?
I’ll miss you. And when I see you living your life, I will still cry, and I will still laugh along with you. And maybe someday, I will feel anger at the unjust end.
But for now? For now i will rewatch the videos, and close my eyes, imagining myself still knowing you.
