The windows are down and now we can breath again...

Getting ready for a sleep now....

Maybe we can find a corner in the pub and look like a couple of passed out drunks

or we could take our pillows to the park, making sure the cold side is facing up....

Hiding our faces away from the morning light.... as it demands of us, what we are not willing to give...

I'm watching the windows of strangers houses, in a non voyeuristic way.... interested to see in on how others stay up and make life work.

And how others face the day, and then we with our toast making, and silent morning nods bringing about a ritual, that is just..us.

We've left our home, and now our town, and now we're moving forward into the unknown...the trees throw red tints of sunlight, flickering through closed eyes...

The warmth on our faces as we drive up the coast, the windows are down...and we can smell the salt...we could very well jump out and into the sea.. that is right by our side the whole way, like an old friend promising not to give up on us.

Midnight on the blinding platform of subconscious....

Midnight.
Metro platform.
Bright lights.

Telling me of the film "You & I".
Giving me the rundown in detail.
The soundtrack... with Mt Eerie, was the highlight for you.

Our hands gripped tightly the whole time.

Each train went past with a flash of blinding light.

The trains never slowed, not enough time for the passengers in the speeding carriages to see our silhouettes.

You talked and talked... more than I'd ever think you would.

And then silence.

It was stark against the emptiness of the place... bar one person, who
had been listening in on our conversation, for what reason I don't know (saved him from a pre thought out death)... Perhaps it was to get a glimpse into the lives of people living in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I kept on falling in and out of consciousness.... wanting to go back there... keep living that scene, to see where it took us....