didyounotice

This is a little something I wrote while waiting the bus a couple of weeks ago. It's a little hectic, clumsy but I don't know, I kind of like it and I wanted to share...

Passage of time...Measured only by loss.

Lost of a choice
Lost of comfort
Lost of a shoulder to lay your head, your hat,
Your life from that choice until it's great departure.

Lost of a lifetime without a gesture,
... Without a goodbye.

If we could ask for another run, I wouldn't change it all, a sunset would be enough.

The hardest part is not to lose, it's to become a ghost without a fight, without a toe-tag, a mourning and a proper faithless gathering.

Being a stepping stone never felt so redundant.
DEJA-VU all over again.
From the one before you to whomever will fill the blanks after
If this was the road, I'd be the crossroad sign.
Always useful, but never the way.

I've heard another travelling song today.
It was beautiful, yet surreal.
It wasen't about the road, nor the destination,
It was about glances through the passenger's seat window.

What ever you catch is yours to be told.
All the stories, folded inside your blurry thoughts...