That Is All

Found

Two of us living in the same steady spaces, seamlessly moving in and out of repeating walls.
Two pairs of hands pulling at cotton, pretending we don't see the threads catch and unravel at our feet, pretending that we can hear through endless sirens.
How we work, how we don't.....
It will always be this way.

This is what happens when you keep writing stuff down.

We are not the kind of people who let go, we cling like limpets to our lives, and there is a distnace that we paw at, we draw maps to pour ourselves into.
There are places between water where we can meet.

I want an adventure.
I want to fall into the sky.
Heavy,hard,slow.

There are so many things i want to show you.

There are things I feel I should know more about, like Communist Russia and WW1,

And I guess I don’t really feel much of anything these days.

Cotton mouthed and stand-still,
I guess I don’t feel much of anything at all.

There is an endless search for shoes that don’t leak
And a resistance to most good ideas.
I think about what it is that I am leaving behind

And it isn’t much.

Grey skies mute and i don't listen anymore.

Remembering always. Remembering exactly, this is harder then i said.

When you're gone and i'm gone there will be nothing more.

Remaining silent. Carry the remainder.

The final time.

I'm going to miss this.

Everything can wait. You scared?

Moving house

A toy cat wearing your dead cat's collar
A smack in the face through water