Dark Scarlet Cloud (A Strange Kind Of)
… and this thing is getting deeper …
My fingers look tired
and my thoughts are stained by a strange kind of dark scarlet cloud.
No one is home.
No one to hold on to.
I stare at the phone. I’m smoking & drinking … & probably, you too.
I wrote words for you.
I didn’t know what else to do.
These are the days …
She is the place …
Blue lines & Silence & nothing to touch.
Just cold water
falls down from the sky.
When higher minds used to fill it up with higher thoughts … with higher dreams.
When a man could turn his life into a novel.
When a horse could run faster than the wind.
I missed everything
I didn’t know and I didn’t do.
These are the days …
She is the place …
Blue lines & Silence & nothing to touch