He bites his nails, or maybe
the skin around them,
all the time, this dusty old man
sitting next to me, sometimes reading,
sometimes sipping coffee
one time eating a bacon roll.
I stare out of the window opposite
listening to Santa Fe,
framing images inside my mind
how the landscape changes day-by-day.
Each reflection a different season
depending upon the time of day light,
the unpredictable weather
or a window neglected and unclean.
And you, so far away
how have you changed since?
No matter the light, the climate,
or whichever window I gaze through
you always look the same to me,
shade inside my dreams.
“No matter the light, the climate,
or whichever window I gaze through
you always look the same to me,
shade inside my dreams.”
Real recognize real..
Love is love.
Hate is hate.
I fk with this verse so hard.
Awesome!