I’ve come back to the night, because it never asked me questions, because i was uncertain, because i took the medication, because i signed a contract, because there were no exceptions, because i was alone
You can find me anywhere people still dream. In a crowd. Down one street. In the margins. On the air. In the terms and conditions. Or stretched out on a blank canvas alone and waiting for inspiration to find me
Thank you for this shadow. This concise history of longing. This effortless season. This vague dialog. Thank you for this secret life. This early evening retreat. This new tradition. This body that will not rest for long. Thank you for all this. Thank you for now.
When i am gone
Ever tells you
I wrote for love
they are right
I always wrote
Were aware of this
I wrote more
Because i thought
I came out of the darkness unscathed. I played to my strengths until the money ran out. I flirted with nostalgia until it noticed me. Then I went out to get some rain. That is my resume. That is my claim to fame.