I fell asleep in the passenger seat you were next to me one hand on the wheel while the concrete overpass glowed in the afternoon light and i felt safe encased in steel. when I woke you were singing softly wondering when your love would return I tried not to move wondering if you’d noticed I was back on earth. »
being there isn’t the same as thinking about being there it’s hot and most times you’re not entirely sure what’ll happen next. your vocabulary is limited to simple things and it seems everything takes forever. some moments you feel you may actually die from worry but when you’re back home idly tapping your desk at work on a stuffy afternoon you’ll wish you were anywhere but here. »
“every time I’ve been here felt like it might be the last,” I told them, “but maybe this time can be different.” »
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 »