impecable timing.
Lock the car doors
Move the seats up
Fog the windows
Turn the music on.
Its all backwards. I'm slurring all these words. Knock on the window, call for help. She's selling her art and wine and wisdom for nothing more than a chance to stand near the youth that she once was. I feel for her. So long, winter. I hope I never see you again. You come in like a lion and out like a bear, not a lamb. We have no chance of seeing the earth for another few weeks. He's out of options, and I'm out of heat. That's how it always works. I'm likely to die of hypothermia.
One year older and the drum beats correspond to my erratic breathing. I am all alone in here, but I'm plenty okay with that. I just want her to be okay. Nothing else matters right now except her well-being. I discovered today that I only need friends. I don't need success or money or anything else. I only need company, Sometimes I wish I didn't have it so good. Maybe once I'd like to feel how others feel when they've got nowhere to go and nothing to live on. I need to experience things. In another two years I'll be out of this town and probably dead to everyone in it. Perhaps then I'll know how it feels. But maybe not...it's all questionable. Everything is questionable these days. I'm just not one to question.
She left me here. Not that I mind. I'm perfectly alright with being alone. It never mattered before and it sure doesn't matter now. Although, I can honestly say that I prefer company. I haven't had a decent night alone in a long time. They're always home and sleeping and looming about the house. I can't get peace and I can't get solitude. I'll have to survive for another few hundred days until I am actually on my own. Not that I want to be. I am fiercely dependent on everything familiar.
Why am I back after so long?
Dry throat, dry tears, dry humour.
Those are things I can do nothing about.