Tag: b/w

They set off the following morning.
Mostly, we drank and talked and walked on the heath.
We were happy. Nothing stood in our way.
We could go to the Warwick and have a Perrier, then I could put you in a cab.
It isn’t always easy to decipher your meaning.
It’s always so beautiful and so unexpected.
No words came.
Gone fishin’
It was clear to me that there was no romance between them.
These occasions stick and hold.
I tried to think about this.
I had to stop before it killed me.
There was something satisfying and hard-won about this.
I sat and thought, forgot to keep thinking, then started over.
It made me want to go home and stay there.
All I felt was a shattered space.
I wanted the stain to last for days and weeks.
Was it some freakified gesture of reverence?
I didn’t know what this was.
I stood in front of store windows studying my reflection.
I walked the streets looking for people who might look at me.
We went for walks together.
Who do you want to be?
OK. OK. I was wrong. The whole time. About everything.
Happy in this moment, just as it was.
Who was happy right now?
Sometimes it was so frustrating!
Those were the days!
Do you remember me?
It was what it was.
Everything had to be perfect.
You had to accept people the way they were.
After that it got blurry.
You know that for a certainty?
All wildness ceased.
So what? What was the big deal?
Look at it now!
Then everything became terrifically clear.
For a moment he was confused.
So he built the time machine.
He had grown bored and lonely.
I do not question it.
The opportunities for error multiplied.
He took out a sheet of white paper and a pen.
Find, lose, demand, obsess, move head slightly closer.
To be alive is just this pouring in and out.
Some questions don’t warrant a question mark.
Conversation is precarious.
Stones don’t care if you tell their story nicely.
That first entry. Crossing the border of consciousness into, into what?