(like tiny bubbles fizzling ever so slightly at the prod of a thought
i would like to suppress it still, because i do not know yet
but i am excited indeed – at least i am walking, albeit a slow stroll)

i keep getting these flashes of memories, i really do
flashes of me on the train, watching the sky roll by
flashes of me in barcelona with my hot chocolate in that open-air cafe – it was cold, his smoke swirled and the music played
flashes of the night streets where it was dark and i was alone
i was lost, i was almost scared, and then i wasnt

when i think about these i am struck with a deep sense of longing
to take long train rides and be surrounded by things to understand


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