Sunday 14 February 2010

Summer '09





I'm watching you watching them watching us.
Passing through empty stations.....this is me leaving.
I told you i would.


Some days things don't fit.
Up turned tables and lofty open spaces, aimlessly running fingers through hair, watching shadows for answers.

Blocks of colour.

You're not listening now.

Time to leave. Time to start.

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