and it’s beautifully perfect for a week a go. in the haze. in the fog. so i dim the lights. wear it like a coat. and it still glows outside just a little. this is for curling up. with warm drinks. and being in it. the last was walking forward. wearing your heart on your sleeve. and it’s all rooted in a goodness. it’s all [ ]
and it reminds me of times past. even though its all new. it stirs. feelings. undefined feelings i know i’ve felt before. and it feels good. it feels right. even if it hurts a little. and i’m closer and further than ever. i’ve excepted my place sooner then people expect me to. and i think of things i’ve written before. each line separate from the last. and always it’s the things in the spaces between. the things that just can’t be expressed. the ….
nothing to say. just wanted to use that line while it was in my head.
and it caught me. for just a moment. a little jump. always from the unexpected places. i need to walk the streets with nothing but the hold steady in my ears. for some reason that always puts a skip in my step. sometimes literally. and i’ve gone back. visiting the past. in pictures and websites. the little bits spread all over. i’m glad things can still get to me. even at the darkest i still can’t sleep on christmas eve. i still have moments that cause me pain. i still have songs that make me grin ear to ear. i am alive. my heart is still on my sleeve.
it’s always calling at the wrong times. truth be told at the right times too. just always calling. the road. it’s there. leading away. and around and back again.
the fog has fallen deep. slowly settling as the day disappeared. the buildings fading into the grey. and there’s a beauty in the cold and damp. and a sense of something old and long gone. of something not now but timeless.
going back in time. in thought. i’m thinking why. and how. and i’ll grantee it’s not what you’re thinking. this is only about me. and why not something else. where does it all come from. the likes. the dislikes. the who. not that i have any answers. maybe i just want to use those lyrics at this moment.
started on the way home. in the fog. walking. in the dark and grey and glowing and wonderful. ears full of music. and then. and then it’s wrong. in just a moment. it’s a start that isn’t. and that pressure. just to long. it’s the music not loud enough. the empty. i know it’s just a moment. one that we all have. that most won’t ever talk about. tomorrow is all strong and moving forward. but tonight… tonight is lost in the fog.
i’m thinking. sweaty and thinking. of smells. and all that goes with them. the places. the times. the moments. of reinvention. the how. the why. the when. of the road. and how soon i can be on it. if i can get to where i want to go. if it will be like i want it to when i get there.
some times something comes along. you weren’t looking for it. you didn’t expect it. but it summed it all up. perfectly. the feeling. the moment. sometimes from somewhere new. sometimes from somewhere so common it’s everyday. sometimes from somewhere you’d forgotten about. so there it was. perfect. so i’m keeping it near me for awhile. keeping it close. till the need passes. these moments are one of the small things i’m thankful for. unexpected perfection falling into your lap.