still walking

thursday 12th september 2002 @ 23:03

singing high notes with tense voice and not sure when to stop in case the words suddenly make sense. dry rolled up leaves litter my familiar pavements and the air i breathe is getting sharper. but the pleasure of late night city stalking only becomes more intoxicating. i don't think it's a deathwish. just a need to be lost in the darkness with a home to reach at the end of my travels.