choose to leave

Wire in 1977. colors: FoE.

oh it's so early, my dear, where will you go?
it's so early that the sun has just peeked a ray through the night sky
but she's in a position of regrets and reluctance

it's an option that leaves me breathless i suppose.
sudden drops of tension make the whole lit place blank in and out
i probably should leave when the sun will be higher.

Things

I am amazed by things.
small things, big things,
how– they can hold a conversation for hours
how– they can keep a life, a relationship afloat.

i am interested by little cables, mariner's knots,
wine corks, dirty forks.
i like little, forgotten things. like a newspaper from last year used to clean a window, or to wrap some eggs.

i just find fascinating how they are little columns, scaffolding to hold and refurbish a life.
i am amazed by things.

They can make bouncy moves from your smell to your touch and back. that moves to that night in S. Ander with our friend's cousin,
how beautiful she was with a hairpin in her hand.

but that's not the point. beauty trascends things.
it's truly the only place where it can finally reside inside.

I am amazed by things.