i miss those empty days already sitting in a room waiting for viewers watching the procession of pedestrians slowing down and turning their face our way or speeding past, uninterested occasionally while all alone it felt like forever but now it merely feels a lifetime ago. »
Time is a mirror. Everything repeats until you learn. Trapped in the unknowing. Sentenced to life. Remind me. please. An angle of patterns at my feet. Trains rattle and whirr in the distance. It’s all about waiting, patience, suppressing the insides. The suits in this park make me uneasy. A nervous wind picks up. If I keep quiet, maybe I’ll turn invisible. »
days like these i feel encased dodging fellow pedestrians as per usual today I’m limping hampered by a ceaseless feeling that I’ve got it all wrong and i’m searching for the missing piece that’ll start making things right. »
walk down the street on a cloudy day listening to that old band it’s not your memory of being in some smoky bar it’s theirs but it hurts anyway you’ll never be there again you’re not allowed to be alone again these days so many thoughts crowd your head jolting your private moments like an alarm clock all wanting attention right now. »
the country sped by in all its dusted brown glory for the second time in one day and it was only 2pm i’d finished my work had a bit of a walk around town and hopped on the train home i should’ve stayed longer but felt defeated by thoughts of peak hour public transport of things to be done and of people and their expectations of my availability so I left »