September when we loved as in a burning house
Yeah.
Not doing so well at the moment.
It's last year's specters rising up, all those memories I thought I'd buried, all coming back.
It's utter agony.
Burning houses, houses washing out to sea; something I can't go back to, a country that doesn't exist anymore, a disaster area that can only be visited if you have the right kind of protection. My own personal Chernobyl.
Lacking a passport or proper documentation. Waiting at the borders, certain I'll be detained permanently. Lost, completely lost.
If you're out there? Give me something, anything, a talisman to get me through these drunken nights and throw-myself-in-front-of-a-train days.
I know it won't happen, but I can dream, and I do. And I wake up not knowing what really happened, and with tears drying on my face.
Not doing so well at the moment.
It's last year's specters rising up, all those memories I thought I'd buried, all coming back.
It's utter agony.
Burning houses, houses washing out to sea; something I can't go back to, a country that doesn't exist anymore, a disaster area that can only be visited if you have the right kind of protection. My own personal Chernobyl.
Lacking a passport or proper documentation. Waiting at the borders, certain I'll be detained permanently. Lost, completely lost.
If you're out there? Give me something, anything, a talisman to get me through these drunken nights and throw-myself-in-front-of-a-train days.
I know it won't happen, but I can dream, and I do. And I wake up not knowing what really happened, and with tears drying on my face.