twiceworth
We travelled once, 8 hours straight in humid weather. Cows became fields in the rush and I judged distances by perspective. When I leant against the glass to look ahead everything moved so slow, yet watching the surroundings fly past side on, it couldn't have been faster.
Waiting. Constant waiting, jitters and tears.
We say goodbye to our loves and hello to new pastures but either way we are always waiting. On those gum smeared platforms from which we depart.
Between two bodies lies truth. Truth and warmth and smooth realisation that these bodies belong only to each other in this fleeting moment.
The sun rises, flesh touches flesh, touches life.