again
I think about all these words I’d want to say again and again because I could have never said them often enough.
tide III
In the end there wasn’t a difference.
after
When we aren’t really sure what we miss and we only know that something isn’t there that was before.
during
We wanted to dream, not sleep. But in the end we found that we couldn’t do either.
lost
How can you lose things that don’t belong to you. That you never held. That you never had.
Like love. And hope.
cliffs
But at least with your hand in mine, I think I can manage the fall.
hollow
and I don’t want to be filled up.
blues graduate
I am not awake. You are not awake. And we have never been awake. And we are not going to awake up anytime soon.
continuum
When you are dislocated and out of time and what you know of space and presence bends and blurs at the edges, that is when you’ll see that ray of light that you’d been missing in your life.
places
So many things remind me of other places that I have been or should be in a past or future life, but never now.
