A Gentleman made of Salt-Water, Mountains, Tattoos and Ship-Wrecks
Sunday, August 26, 2012
A night underwater
I wake up in the middle of the night staring through the darkness at the ceiling . I think of you - wonder if you think of me. Are your eyes wide open. Does the poison of me still flow in your veins. As he lies breathing next to you, the dog twitches, the baby sleeps. Silence and morning. I wont say mistake or destiny or in another life. Ill say once and never. And again.