17 Aug 2016

You never come back from a journey Marcus, not if you’ve really travelled.

Did you plan to?

I’m not sure. But you leave so much of yourself there that what returns is a broken piece of what was. Or you take in so much that a stranger walks home in your skin, with thoughts and dreams in colours you have never seen before.

What about those that were connected to what was?

The way a beautiful landscape is connected to a train window.

How far did you have to go?

Far enough.

at dawn
in the bird’s song
a new sigh, a pause


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