21 October 2012

In darkness, when so many times I've fallen underfoot, I was held up. Head over heart. This, once passed, only formed the barrier once two moons had shone.

I return to the grey, in hope of the blue.

One more transition around the moon and I stand on the platform, ready to wave the flag as the other anniversary arrives at its destination.

This is the train whose journey never terminates.

koocachooMourning Train Pt 2 • Opuss № I