thoughts

Before creation, there is always thought of the past, present and future.

These nights have been spent lying awake on a soar back - with head turned - to peer out a dim window. And upon stillness, there is awareness. Awareness of the ambiance that fills one's head like the palpitations of a hummingbird to your ear. Sitting on the train to go to a destination that is raw, yet aged with beauty. I watch the train pass in the other direction. And for a few seconds only... I am in two places at once; inside two destinations without a place to be except my own head.