14 February 2013
I like the bus ride, it gives me time to think; to sit with my thoughts and think. Hard. I repeat your words in my mind, listening to those songs that break my heart and I rationalise. This is what you said, this is what you meant or this is what you meant. A double edged sword and I'm teetering on the blade, cool and smooth like silk in spring.
One day we'll reveal the truth, that one will die before he gets there.
Buses • Opuss № I