Mind

Mood

These days work involves a lot of travelling.

Some of it is nice, new sights and sounds. The liminal space of airports always just on that side of welcoming.

The travel soon gets tiresome, though. The two-and-a-half hours spent flying each way soon weigh on your veins. Sitting still becomes harder. Feeling anything but bone-deep tiredness becomes harder still.

Sometimes though, when it’s late, you catch a peek at the city below you as you land. And suddenly there is a spark that ignites your heart. Your synapses snap out of their trance, and you fall a little bit in love.

That is what this poem is about.

Note: over the next few weeks (hopefully before 2018 arrives), I will try to archive some of the poems I’ve written over the last few years which never made it out of my books.

Mood

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Mind

Grey cells (generations).

You know that feeling when when suddenly you have a vivid flashback to certain moments in your childhood? All of a sudden you find yourself surrounded by ghosts of memories and of people you loved so much. You realize how far you are from them, in distance, in time, in mortality.

This poem is for my family, as I remember from hot summer nights fifteen years ago. I loved them once. I had them once. Now I cherish the memories.

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