Downward mouth. King cigarette. Night as black as sin, and as holy as crushed mascara beneath searching thumbs caked in grease. Under a blanket of neon darkness, I think about the fading outlines of past lovers while attempting entry into a building that may or may not be real. I mean, yeah, it’s real, but I can’t quite decide whether it’s over here or over there. Sipping my coffee, I scratch my beard as those on the train lose their form. Yesterday I was working in the old bookstore, drinking corked wine while pinching my nose as the days rolled by without question. Today, I’m a kid on his first day of a new school term, dressed in fresh clothing and wide-eyed with optimism at all the adventures that await. Listening to the wind as it blows through the window, the music from a broken harmonica tickles my exposed skin. I’m a grown man, but also a kid in the crib, wishing for something to show me the way. To a place. To a feeling. To a moment in time that leaves me free from that which I don’t believe in.
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Like being awake and, dreaming at the same time, everything we touch felt, real, but, it may not, be…
A very peculiar sensation indeed, in-between day and dream
Been a very long time since I read a post on WordPress! And now, this is the first thing I woke up to. Your writings are just amazing, as usual! Best wishes, Nicholas. 🙂
I count myself honored that you read this piece, and that you enjoyed it. Thank you! X