14/10/2011

home



Cutting blocks of cold air through the velvet black night. Running from puddles of mud as from deformed frightening dragons. Fighting the gray wind which rolls around my hair. Avoiding the violence of million blades pouring from rain. Hiding my face from dark shadows of intrusive strangers on the sidewalk. Counting my heart beats to see how many bridges I have to cross to get to you. Ignoring the evil voices from my head screaming to crawl back. Keeping my eyes wide open to picture the only thought left – the thought of a pure white morning when I know you will be waiting for me home.