Like magic in a hat
Reach into nothing
Pull out a distraction
A game of smoke and mirrors
Couple tricks up my sleeve
A bouquet of flowers
Don’t expect them to be fresh
Maybe if you have a second stop and catch their scent

forever
keeps getting shorter
while i
keep getting older

time
will
run
out

He stands on a cliff called love
Overlooking the abyss
I call out behind him
He’s ready.

He backtracks along the rocky surface
My face turns dark
The earth beneath him gives way
He’s falling.

He reaches out
Clawing at the darkness
My hands grab his
He’s safe.

I stand on a cliff called love
Overlooking the abyss
He calls out behind me
I’m ready.

I backtrack along the rocky surface
His face turns dark
The earth beneath me gives way
I’m falling.

I reach out
Clawing at the darkness
The abyss swallows me
I’m alone.

- t.h.

‘…If you are feeling unwell during your journey
Please seek help at the next station…’

But what if you don’t know when the next station is?

What if you don’t believe that there even is a station up ahead?

What if you don’t know what help you need?

Sometimes I feel like I am hurtling down the wrong track
Towards the wrong destination
And I don’t know how to get off

Perhaps I need to pull the emergency brake
And sit still and think

Perhaps?