Mood:
luckyIt is hard. Stumbling towards a shore I'll never see again, searching lost footprints to find where you left off, knowing I mustn't venture too far - this is where I once drowned.
I remember the scent of oranges, and the fear of urchins. The prayer call that let us know we'd been up all night, your counting in your sleep during the day that confirmed it. I know the winding road too, where the jeep sank and children laughed. I just wasn't looking ahead, I had no need.
I was looking up, at the diamonds that stunned serenity, in a forsaken land I called home. You were never far away.
Now when it rains I smile and think that this was once sacred. We grew up where blue skies took us for granted, and then we each walked out on them. Shit happens. Cut, heal, wither, break. But like the Boomerang you bounce back, and I can see the crags, not so far, and a soft place to perch. I've found the footprints, one big one small. Damn the urchins.
I'm the second to say I don't know where this is going. I'm just glad you're there.
