Tag: The Netherlands

Gone fishin’
Gone fishin’
Some time went by, maybe an hour or maybe a day.
Hold on to that sense of humor.
Even saints get bored of waiting.
It happened slowly.
Saints are not the easiest companions.
I’m not good with time.
Maybe things happened. Maybe I failed to imagine them.
This is wrong, it’s untrue, nothing is going to be all right.
I was not me.
I was full of thoughts, some of them rational.
All hopeless.
It was all meaningless.
I tried not to show what I was thinking.
I gave him a hard look, and he looked back.
He didn’t belong and I didn’t know why.
My head had been bothering me lately.
People were a mystery, I decided.
I began to understand that people disappeared and changed.
I had to do what everybody else did.
She had no idea how far away it might be.
I don’t remember. It was forever ago.
I don’t think I’m who you’re thinking of.
It’s just, I think I know you.
You’re going to go do your business and come right back.
It was too late, wasn’t it?
When she was younger she could be alone for weeks.
He would never be able to find it again.
He needed to be unbound.
His new life was about to begin.
Eventually, he would have to leave.