j o h n  r o s

i wake and leave. early. dark. the sunrise spectacular. purple in front of a magnificent pink and red and yellow. time found solace in the morning of the magicians. air filled what smoke didn’t. reeving. awaiting.
it felt as if time had stood still. everything was the same. this really was the fucking twilight zone. got to love rod serling.
art. lack of art. and more art. there were czars and screaming idiots stealing ideas. it must be hard not reinventing… only stealing.
i had to surrender everything. for the last time make myself as vulnerable as i would be. for the last time. it only took a glance… a glance and those damn feet. but i would be better from now on. we had been honest with eachother,
i would leave a day late, or so. sipping my heineken, awaiting thai food, and for the first time in a long time, at peace in this place i called home for ten years. i would have to rush home, but it seemed worth it. it all seemed worth it.