On My Way
He tried to make as if everything was all right, but I knew Clay, and things weren’t ‘all right,’ as he claimed. Something in his voice, it was sad, and my heart ached for my best friend.
As much as I wanted to tell him about my conversation with Ambrose, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was unnerving. He scared the hell out of me and yet was incredibly seductive. There wasn’t any one thing that made me fear him and run to Boston; maybe it was that I wanted him, but every time I breathed, I smelled danger.
Visiting the aquarium in Boston, enchanted by the seahorses, as I put my hand on the glass they swam as if to touch me as well. Walking past each viewing area, the creatures within seemed to be aware of my presence, finally I had to leave, people were making comments.
I wandered through the streets; hands in my pockets, keeping to myself, when the fine hairs on the back of my neck were on end again. The footsteps, the ones I’d heard in Florida, had that same peculiar sound.
In that moment, I made my decision, so I called him, convinced him he needed support, not sharing my own misery, but wanting to help him in his, I was more persistent and soon persuaded him to let me join them.
They were going to the Cotswoulds Countryside, outside of Oxford; reserving a 15th Century Manor House, Le Manoir Aux Quat Salsons. I found this rather odd, but then privacy was something appealing, so I accepted the invitation I’d wrangled out of him.
Gratefully, I made my preparations to leave.
[solo]
As much as I wanted to tell him about my conversation with Ambrose, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but it was unnerving. He scared the hell out of me and yet was incredibly seductive. There wasn’t any one thing that made me fear him and run to Boston; maybe it was that I wanted him, but every time I breathed, I smelled danger.
Visiting the aquarium in Boston, enchanted by the seahorses, as I put my hand on the glass they swam as if to touch me as well. Walking past each viewing area, the creatures within seemed to be aware of my presence, finally I had to leave, people were making comments.
I wandered through the streets; hands in my pockets, keeping to myself, when the fine hairs on the back of my neck were on end again. The footsteps, the ones I’d heard in Florida, had that same peculiar sound.
In that moment, I made my decision, so I called him, convinced him he needed support, not sharing my own misery, but wanting to help him in his, I was more persistent and soon persuaded him to let me join them.
They were going to the Cotswoulds Countryside, outside of Oxford; reserving a 15th Century Manor House, Le Manoir Aux Quat Salsons. I found this rather odd, but then privacy was something appealing, so I accepted the invitation I’d wrangled out of him.
Gratefully, I made my preparations to leave.
[solo]