Saturday 7 June 2014

Nothing's changed







I'm still here,

the days melting into nights

the stars still shining

in the Heavens.

My pen was dry

but yesterday

the weather was so soft

and warm I picked it up again.

The longing for travel

( and the lack of freedom to do it )

confuses me.

I always need that sense of home,

of security

but my feet and heart get itchy for something new,

somewhere were I can leave a glass

with my lipstick stain on it,

just to say;

once,

I was here.



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