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.
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