Monday 27 September 2010

When the music is over...

and there is dishes and glasses and pieces and mind flashes to pick up,
that's where I exist, inhabit, hide and chill.

The moment when the fun is over and a hug is needed, find me there.

now that the excitement has worn out, and a week of no-studying has ended, and all the beautiful young people are tired and ready to rest it down... they are.
find me in the useless struggle to keep it clean and cool and fresh and light and new and pure and away from the corrosive liquids of a deceiving smile.

I find other sides of every one's heart in every turn of the face,
some hide and are safe, some run and are safe, some avoid and are safe,
but not for long.
That thing finds us all.