Friday, June 25, 2010
I guess that's it then.
You'd think that it would be different now. Things would have changed. You'd think.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Two lovers walked hand in hand on cold Fall's evening. The chill in the air seemingly speeding up the cars as they rushed to get somewhere warm. They were lovers, but not for long. Him full of doubt, her full of fear, neither one too old to have given up hope, nor too young to not fear. Smiles and laughs came easy as they gripped each other tighter. Hand in hand, whispered words met smiles as their hearts inched nearer.
Both poor, this was their night out, their date. A cold bundled walk on some busy streets they knew so well. Headed to that cafe, the one that didn't charge too much for their tea. One bag and the biggest cup they had. Both were used to looking for more where they could.
Tea in hand, after sharing pennies and pocket, off they went into the night.
Both poor, this was their night out, their date. A cold bundled walk on some busy streets they knew so well. Headed to that cafe, the one that didn't charge too much for their tea. One bag and the biggest cup they had. Both were used to looking for more where they could.
Tea in hand, after sharing pennies and pocket, off they went into the night.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I don't know just where I am going...
Awake much earlier than I have to be...
After a quick trip to pee, hours before I have have to leave, I fall into a dream.
Lost in a cab, not sure why we were together, we had time to catch up.
Up and down Yonge, trying desperately to get further away, we leaned against the doors, talking.
I told you the news. You told me where you'd been.
And I woke.
Lying there I was bombarded
With thoughts of my past, my present, my future, I lay there.
Thoughts on what it is like to leave, to be left and to find.
Heartbreak to euphoria, how do you understand it? The reverse, not much better.
Like a racing car, hurtling down the speedway. And as fast as you go, there is always a crash just around that next bend. All you have to do is blink and you are stopped in your tracks. Concrete wall or no, you are done for. Heartbreak.
But you could run forever, weaving in and out. King of the road, overtaking every single car. Not a care that your heart couldn't laugh off with gusto.
But not racing? Not feeling that rush, failure an option always, but never taking the risk?
Watching from the bleachers as your friends play that game of tag, that race of a lifetime. As each tries their best and inevitably one drives the other into a wall.
Where are you then? Helpless, unprepared, yet totally aware.
After a quick trip to pee, hours before I have have to leave, I fall into a dream.
Lost in a cab, not sure why we were together, we had time to catch up.
Up and down Yonge, trying desperately to get further away, we leaned against the doors, talking.
I told you the news. You told me where you'd been.
And I woke.
Lying there I was bombarded
With thoughts of my past, my present, my future, I lay there.
Thoughts on what it is like to leave, to be left and to find.
Heartbreak to euphoria, how do you understand it? The reverse, not much better.
Like a racing car, hurtling down the speedway. And as fast as you go, there is always a crash just around that next bend. All you have to do is blink and you are stopped in your tracks. Concrete wall or no, you are done for. Heartbreak.
But you could run forever, weaving in and out. King of the road, overtaking every single car. Not a care that your heart couldn't laugh off with gusto.
But not racing? Not feeling that rush, failure an option always, but never taking the risk?
Watching from the bleachers as your friends play that game of tag, that race of a lifetime. As each tries their best and inevitably one drives the other into a wall.
Where are you then? Helpless, unprepared, yet totally aware.
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