Jag kan inte sova.
Jag hade bara tänkt berätta att jag inte kan sova. Mycket tankar som virvlar.
Usch.
Tack.
Usch.
Tack.
Ett tack till Eder.
Även om jag inte har nästan några läsare alls, så får vi se om det kanske inte blir lite mer uppdateringar snart. Jag kommer dock inte att ha någon dator på ett tag, så det kan bli svårt.
Vi syns.
Ha det bra.
Tack.
Vi syns.
Ha det bra.
Tack.
Refreshments and roads; coincidence?
Walking down a cobbled, wet and slippery street I waver; should I? Am I meant to? Vice. Such a strong word. Laying down a piece of ice, fidgeting with the coatbuttons (anymore), the person simply walks into the yellow, strobing light of the overhead lamp post. Long shadows meet, engulfing each other.
Beginning.
'You again.' the first shadow says, through clenched teeth.
'Me again.' the second shadow says, grinning.
'I thought I'd lost you months ago.'
'I thought I'd lost you as well.'
'Well, you haven't. Sadly.'
'I wish I could say I didn't miss you.'
'I wish I could say the same.'
They embrace eachother, their hands clasping. Hand in hand they walk down the cobbled, slippery street.
A man and his muse. It takes so little, yet it activates so, so much. One and the same; yet it takes one to know the other - or however the saying goes. The muse knows - I don't have to.
Thank you.
End.
Beginning.
'You again.' the first shadow says, through clenched teeth.
'Me again.' the second shadow says, grinning.
'I thought I'd lost you months ago.'
'I thought I'd lost you as well.'
'Well, you haven't. Sadly.'
'I wish I could say I didn't miss you.'
'I wish I could say the same.'
They embrace eachother, their hands clasping. Hand in hand they walk down the cobbled, slippery street.
A man and his muse. It takes so little, yet it activates so, so much. One and the same; yet it takes one to know the other - or however the saying goes. The muse knows - I don't have to.
Thank you.
End.
