flowers in her hair.

Suddenly I turned around and she was standing there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns
"Come in" she said
"I'll give you shelter from the storm".

bob dylan.

my kind.

just have tattoos.

it's my only prerequisite.

exhilarating.

to feel that again.

the skinny.

this city.

...is too big for just me.

where you are not.

they tell me how brave I am
how amazing it is what I have done and what I am doing.
and I think - how am I brave?
I am just running, forgetting,
like a long funeral, pushing it further away.
you are the brave ones that keep the dialogue
keep living and breathing with them right there.
For now I'll just keep running.