Cayman Islands
Click to viewThrough the alleyways, to cool off in the shadows
Then into the street following the water
There's a bearded man paddling in his canoe
Looks as if he has come all the way from the Cayman Islands
These canals, it seems, they all go in circles
Places look the same, and we're the only difference
The wind is in your hair, it's covering my view
I'm holding on to you, on a bike we've hired until tomorrow
If only they could see, if only they had been here
They would understand, how someone could have chosen
To go the length I've gone, to spend just one day riding
Holding on to you, I never thought it would be this clear
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I have my fringe up in that puff-thing today, and I'm wearing a stripey black-and-white sailor-top thing and white jeans and my now-uncomfortable torn heels.
Last night he gave me the liberty to fit into him again, it was like magic, and I felt resplendent. Queen for an hour.
Then we sat on empty bleachers at the end of the Padang, with too-cheesy cheeseburgers and played our music to the wind and the cars. Wan was with us, it is fun when he is around, I feel like he's my friend too, and not just Naz's friend with whom I maintain a constant estimated level of politeness.
Payday is coming soon. We will not forget the 27th. We will have seafood and cigarettes at the beach and talk and hold hands and kiss like we're 13 again.