And so it goes…


Only if you knew how it happened… you would never judge me. But why should I say? I never did and never will. How is it that you could pour your heart out to a homeless stranger in the park, but not to your heart?
That’s how it has always been… you see me in the whirlpool of everyone’s attention. But I.. I sink, and when I sink, I sink alone… like a stone.
I ran away from home as a child. I found you by my side. I ran away and you ran after me. You want us to go back home now. I don’t have a home.
Know I will always have your smell. And that stays in my heart.
Only if you knew how it happened though. Only if you knew how and why my heart is made of stone. Empathy, you say? I feel every heartbeat of every soul that passes through my door.
But I don’t associate with any of it.
I am no one. And no one knows me.
And then, there you are. I... I found you there inside.. here.. too much here. What will I do with you? I don’t know.
Go home now.
and always remember what I used to say, when one faces one’s own demons, one faces them alone. So don’t come back looking for me once more.
But it’s fine. What can I say? sometimes it’s dark, but I am used to it now. The blind smell their way to happiness. And I’ve always been a good nose.
And this time, I tell you love, next fall will smell of gold…