Alien Landscape

it's ok. it's Tuesday.

in nights i sang,
i'm sorry about the phonecall
and needing you. some decisions, you don't make. i guess it's like breathing but not wanting to. some things you just can't fake.
i'm sorry about the phonecall and waking you. i know that it is late. but thank you for talking cos i needed to.
some things just can't wait.

a pen trembled in my hand as red pages lie empty. but in the end, still frightened from noises and sudden silences and the absence in my heart, i dialled a random number and fell asleep at the sound of frustration and defensive curiosity.
shh...

Seasky, you returned proudly to the women who wear their hair flying like meteor showers. smothered by your grandeur, i stayed brave as i saw you the second time on this telltale Tuesday. if it weren't for Tuesday having such a beautiful name (even more beautiful than you), i would name it after you. your gaze was as cold as space yet my determination burned like suns.

did i not make you turn back to look at me even as you walked away haughtily? did you not wonder at the words that i uttered as you swept by in all your authority? did i not walk away from you, proud and clever as you looked after me, curiously?
did my empty words not tear your delicate attention from your large life of echoes? Seasky, tell me this. did i not make you feel?
Posted by NHJ 12/06/2005 09:41:00 pm

Tuesday, December 06, 2005