Ramblings

While I was on tour I took to writing again. I saw alot of things on my travels that inspired me. This is just something about a girl I knew once. Her name was Ana.

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Splitting headache and she's cold to the bone.
Shoulders are weighed down with the weight of a thousand years.
Salty tears sting her chapped lips.
But she cannot stop, nor can she let you know how tired she is from walking miles in uncomfortable shoes.

Minutes feel like days and every day that passes she gets a year older.
She is a million years old and the lines of her face tell stories of the sea.
She is love with the idea of being in love.
A feeling more fantastical than has ever been known.

She wants it all and she wants it now.
And sometimes she gets the fleeting feeling of infinity,
It courses through her veins faster then a bullet train.
But its there, it's always been there.

She walks down streets and passes the faces of people she knows but cannot recognise.
It makes no sense.
Headache grows with her confusion.
The pace of her daily routine is neither stationary, fast or slow.
But a combination of all three.

Black cats, lucky 13, horse shoes.
Fortune, favour and love.

It makes no sense how a relationship like this can be such a false friend.