pointless inability.

Grasping at straws.
When I had already let them all fall through my fingers.

Reason doesn’t like to be listened to.
Irresponsible spontaneity on the other hand, …


I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms and state lines
The distance from here to where you’ d be
It’ s only finger-lengths that I see

I touch the place
Where I’ d find your face
My fingers in creases
Of distant dark places

Set the Fire to the Third Bar by Snow Patrol feat. Martha Wainwright

photo. Taken from the coast of Niijima, Japan, one beautiful October evening in 2009.

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