nothing to say today.
I was up until five watching the news in the lounge with a
few of the guys. all of us refreshing and refreshing our twitter feeds. even
after four, under cool sheets, I couldn’t stop following the manhunt unfold in
front of me, up to the second.
they still haven’t found him.
I fell asleep under windows: cool dawn, singing birds.
the agony of waiting. the cautious, rising thrill of
witnessing history. the breathlessness of any
moment, any moment. the terror of lights passing through the blinds. I
can’t help but be afraid.
nothing matters now.
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