brian

[a_homeless_soul]

long shadows. eyes burn in the fading light. you do not know me anymore. you only almost knew me then. always on the verge of things, never quite a part. taking down names and dates and love and hates, so many things, repeating them again. talking of meaningless word worlds, song sounds, street. you saw us, but felt nothing, and because of it were excluded. of you own accord, for fear. of what, i always wondered, that someone else would see, that you might actually appear as you are? afraid of being called me. and still the stories came, the participant point of veiw. you watched on as we took the street to our design, fell weary to our chairs. stained in sweat, discolored by blood and slag, and dirt. and saying you were there.

do not ever say you knew, say only you knew my name. take your place in the stands. the crowd will hide your frightened face, where noone above can see. and you can still hear all the sound and fury of my beloved street. without ever setting foot to her, or risking anything but defeat.