And in the end, all that lingers in your mind is the image of a field out in the country on a sunny afternoon, with a chilly breeze blowing while racing clouds paint the grass with more shades of green than you can remember.
And in that field is you, lying on your back with your arms spread out desiring nothing more than for this moment to last as long as your draw breath.
I realised what bugs me in this town.
They do not look
Like petrified old Gods
One does not feel insignificant
In their presence.
In matters of health
You should always carry extra forms.
I have changed.
This reminds me of who I was
A long time ago.
Whenever I dig up old memories
I feel them running away to hide
In the corner of my eye
Frightened by daylight
Sitting alone on the bar, I let myself float on the thick noise flowing from the incessant operation of a hundred mouths and gaze at exposed tatoos that my eyes happen to fall upon
If the Blues is good
You don’t care sitting in a bar empty save for you and two other people
Even if they are snogging all the time
Seperating us is a bowl of corn chips
I am wondering whether I will find myself eating one even if I really don’t like them
Opposite me are rows of liquor bottles which I really want to see shot to pieces
Such are the times of the Passenger
Switching off the light and opening the windows to let a wayward moth find its way back into the night
Was the only thing that mattered today