Repetitive notes mark the days
In a measure, timed 24/7
And going through the same motions
Copy-paste a sequence together
Times four and times four again.
Add some slight variation,
Missed opportunities, lucky chances
Failed dreams and I-should-dos
Hide it in a safe
It’s better left unplayed.
My face reflected in the dark window of the carriage while I looked outside, resting my head against the glass. It was winter; night fell early and it was raining. I just wanted to go home to my parents. I dislike winters; they always made me feel so morose and depressed, especially when it is not snowing, but when it snows, it turns into slush almost immediately.
Outside it was completely dark, I saw only some street lights far away. I had no idea where I was on the long track, how long I had been on the train or how long it would be. It seemed to me that these details mattered little now.
I liked the night, slowing life down to a crawl wh
Love is not fickly,
not sweet and sticky.
It runs deep and strong
like a river, unstoppable
and even when it has run dry.
The traces stay, as grooves
in the landscape.
Still beautiful.