The bird flew into the window. Saw himself and got confused. Saw himself and fell in love. Flew straight into the glass. . Nothing can move me at this minute.
Driving home from the wedding feeling static. From everything moving. Like the man on his farm who fought for the motorway. To be built on either side.
You said your words i walked to the door. Then you walked behind me. Went to the station the train was late. You said i feel dead. In this place. You listen to yourself.