Not going to lie
Brought on the old memories and wondering where in the first place
Will it not be a good memory?
will it not also be bad?
Driving slow like a hum across a frosty morning.
I remember that same feeling in a moore of south west England
I will miss that
I wanted a photo of that
I want a photo of this
Lets not miss another one
But is it safe?
All these things you had for yourself!
And to think we live in the normal,
We are so jealous…
That is no surprise
That i should be so lucky
When luck is insignificant
These things are everywhere all the time
depends how you appreciate it
I have never consider the usual as the insignificant
as i have never considered the unusual out of its context
A beautiful photo is always
and can be anywhere
yet we travel and travel to find something more significant to call worthy of our lenses
and we envy those in the places we seek
yet they envy you and dream of you normality
this does not alarm you?
do we not appreciate enough?
can we not rely on them a little more?
I saw the light bounce of the water
I questioned my hard fought opinions and views
I wondered why i hadn’t seen it from this angle more often
I wondered why i hadn’t embraced this view from the start
I considered the term “waste” and focused in on the glass between us
I considered the possibilities
split second illumination
calculations beyond comprehension
i estimated my worth in this place
I estimated my existence
And the glass dropped out of focus
I saw the moving road flash yellow on black tar
moving water drip colours through layers of dark
moving bridges scrape holes in the paint
buildings rip bloody into the sky
it is the same..
though i will miss it
like i miss the sound of water lapping the southern beaches
like i miss hotel room hums in Chicago skyscrapers
like i miss the metropolis dramatics unfold through double glazing
like i miss untouched sand in specks of sunlight
like i miss the smell of wet vegetation
and the list will grow longer
yet a list to be thankful for
and vibrations will map it out
and keep me in tune
are we not supposed to be unique?
and this will be my seen and done
from floor to window-ledge mornings
and motion towards
separation in the most connected ways
never letting go