She eats a few raspberries and it’s early spring, but she wears that dress, even if it has a black outer layer, I still just see the white, maybe to see some irony with the awaiting wedding we all avoid and how she just wonders around the house, trying to get mascara right for the first time in years and I just watch the girl struggle, sometimes just looking up.
I think I was suffocating that night.
Two inhaling old ladies
Two silver stars, one on the way out and one on the way back and I don’t step on either of them.
I don’t really end up believing in ghosts, even when I am drunk.
I could actually see him in my future, I could see us in his London apartment, I could still see him excitedly knocking on the window, that scene makes me grin so much that I wish I could hide behind a curtain of waves, but I don’t, I just show how interested I am until I can leave.
When you fall asleep on the train you think of the streets rather than the train and the people and the faces and all the imagery outside leaking into your mind.