joseph_o’neill – blackandwhiteandcolours

There is no end to the places I need to be.

Of course I need to be somewhere.

What kind of question is that?

Do I need to be anywhere?

I’ll walk with you.

We smile at each other.

Over the years, he has kept himself to himself.

Let’s wait and see.

I don’t care who you are.

I don’t know what to tell you.

He doesn’t go very far.

I’m going to bide my time.

There’s no question of going out there.

They weren’t aware of what was happening.

Tell me what happened.

Stop right there.

I wasn’t the only one.

I’ll be right there. Sit tight. I’m on my way.

Love, where are you?

I find myself calmly standing sentry there.

Where was I? In dark woods.

I refuse to live like a poltroon.

Where was I?

I offer myself for inspection.

Are you sure you weren’t dreaming?

You’re saying those voices I heard were nothing?

“I think I’ll go back to bed now,” she says.

It’s important to examine this moment with some care.

I don’t move, however. I stay right where I am, in bed.

Shouldn’t we check?

I see that your darkness is somewhat useful to you.

This is the last place you and I will call home.