a passing stranger on the street breezes by me. i breathe in the scent that you used to wear, and am instantly lost in her wake (and if you ever wondered why they call it that, it's because of how everything in your world behaves as if it has indeed been plunged into the sea - your arms swing more slowly, your chest labours against the sudden surrounding pressure, your ears fill up with a thick, dulled swoosh, and your gait slows as if pushing out into much deeper waters).
...but moments like these are few and far between - decreasing in intensity and rate as the distance has slowly but steadily spread its arms out - palms out.
sometimes i can barely breathe.
sometimes i forget all about it.
but in 7 short hours, i'll be standing at the terminal once more, and once more we'll breathe the same air.
i'll probably not be back on here until after the 2nd - so to all of you here in onlineland, i hope that your holidays wind up well - fitting ends to a fallow year.
...but moments like these are few and far between - decreasing in intensity and rate as the distance has slowly but steadily spread its arms out - palms out.
sometimes i can barely breathe.
sometimes i forget all about it.
but in 7 short hours, i'll be standing at the terminal once more, and once more we'll breathe the same air.
i'll probably not be back on here until after the 2nd - so to all of you here in onlineland, i hope that your holidays wind up well - fitting ends to a fallow year.
p.s. what is your take on this little album?
... discuss.