2mins past Eight 16/12/09
We drive.
I say ‘we’ but it is my friend next to me who is in control.
I am a passenger but I feel as integral to the process as he.
The sky is deep maroon, the lights dehydrated piss orange and just as rank. They leak over me, he - us.
We are glorious, we speed away from our captors, the damners, the ill-wishers, the put-uponers.
All roads are open to us and we choose our own way.
For 24 hours.
In the back lies a brother; a shadow.
He/it is the yang/ying.
He/it is flat and at peace.
He/it is aware of the prize that we hold in our hands. The alloted time. The chance.
Soon there will be disappointments, drunken waltzes, awkward introductions and quick bites.
Now there is purpose, a soundtrack and focus.
We are in love.
Posted December 23, 2009 at 11:40pm
