October welcomes the cold

there are things that don't need to make sense; just noticed that i stare at the right side of the face in front of me as we talk.

i keep getting to the same chair every morning, but lately i feel on top of it, in front of the screen, and i flow through the minutes as I hear my name every other time. nothing bothers me from the beginning to the end. just let go.

as the days go by, it's clear i'm obsessed with her figure walking in the clouds towards the moon, across the fantasy, and her name written in every wall in of my mind.

in the middle i drive to the garage and talk the talker, and round around to set the banks, and back to the talking for a while, as i get more hungry with every word he speaks. and feel i'm far away once again, but it doesn't bother.

get the jitters as i run out of coffee, when i forget about it and look at the flower in her hair, and doesn't make any sense again as two continents collide into the space between her head and the ceiling.

and once again i walk in the soft cold breeze that want to get my eyes shut and take me so far away back when i were boots and long hair, and i'd love to stay like this for today, when nothing bothers, when i'm getting cold once again. waiting for my tea.