santafe street

'the sounds are fading further and further
and all of a sudden there is a single place
in the world where you can rest your pace in'


his sight blurred for a moment when he crossed the street and some cars honked uselessly because he just felt like walking without any care - syncopated heartbeats pounding harder and harder for hours long while his mind just screamed louder with each step taken towards that single moment of clarity or something like that, again to his surprise something wrapped his throat suppressing his rehearsed words to justify identical thoughts or at least try to sound like he was making any sense but in his true dimension it was just like a mess inside - lights out, hands down - and a struggle to conquer the stroke and try to act like he really meant to, at least this time. maybe it was just another glimpse of past talks about happiness or an absolute fit, and he was punched by all of this coming from nothing to something really shocking and sometimes even scary, but nothing seems to matter when these things come to the fore. he just smiled, even in silence, and he rode his horse aiming home to a strangely familiar good night of sleep.


‘what can you do when you feel like crows are gusting in your stomach?’