180 degrees of reflection

monday 25th november 2002 @ 01:54

in the right shoes i would not have taken a left down the home straight, but headed on, eyes to the stars. long coat brushing over the pavement in my wake. the night is so clear and my breath white despite the lack of a cigarette. the empty streets hold an eternal fascination and i take in all the details missed in daylight hours. nine to fivers tucked up safely in their beds, i roam freely, the glare of streetlamps more comforting than those of strangers.

a long journey to come with the sunrise but i am reluctant to give in to sleep tonight.

reading: kabuki graphic novels

hearing: bad english, journey, the silence

wanting: hair that trails in the breeze

fearing: parental judgements