Holding the Day
The evening sky is lavender, with a dusting of charcoal. Insects in the dimming leaves. I have my machines streaming music from my hard-drive, while I type by warm yellow lamplight. I’m vaguely dizzy. Been feeling odd for the last few days. Worse than normal even, hah! Ah well.
Friday blurred, hot as an oven. Moments sweeping by, following the sun up — then back down. Gathering memories from the day, anyway. Like picking fruit from a meager garden.
That’s why I hold you.
That is why I hold you, dear.
That’s why I hold you.
- Interpol, Lights