Seized

4th August 2009

Nay, I miss this one day, Walking blindly against a surface with colours of lesser names. Stepping towards the open door and bearing owner to a distant spot, I calmly gaze upon my words.

Now, that time be passed, Feeling nothing less than unsure of what may be, Without knowing, but maybe knowing - Keeping the distance. Encompassed in my own world and hearing the whispers.

Letting a fellow by, Pressed against a dirty windowpane, And before too long he travels by again. Yet another time, I felt the anger of another fellow, As I struggled to hold my luggage to my sides; The rudeness numbed me, And I felt less in the wrong.

Now I feel the space around me, Yet the loudest noises keep the music out of my ears. I feel the cold against my neck; The lack of scarf for that had been left behind. Calmed by the seemingly distant notes of a melody, Disrupted by the smell of an English breakfast, Accompanied by an interrupting volume of chatter.

Disrupting myself…