strippaths

4 in the morning planes and trains, Waiting amidst the fog of my heart trying to see beyond the glory but all I could feel was the loneliness inside my head -
over my eyes the lights began to wake and my hands began to ache as I rested in the outside of my dreams -

praying and wondering about the imaginations of a soul - cold airports and empty rail tracks, tracking the tears and confusion on my path

- my one and a half hour path - of unlmited wasted time to get there, to reach - my stolen intentions