“sometimes being human means taking sides.”
I remember visiting this castle once in the summer when I was little.
I wondered where all the knights were and my dad told me they weren’t home because they were on vacation just like we were.
I wish it was true.
“If my doctor told me I had only six minutes to live, I wouldn’t brood. I’d type a little faster.”
Isaac Asimov
And maybe I’ll sleep at the station because there’s nothing to go home to but an empty fridge and some stale mayonnaise.
And maybe I’ll make friends with the guys sleeping under cardboard boxes and newspapers and we’ll discuss what it means to love and to live.
And maybe I’ll wander the city, one lost particle in a dust storm of Mondays, late nights and reports due yesterday.
And maybe I’ll get on a plane or a ship and get lost in places I’ve never been lost in before.
And maybe I’ll keep my phone on me in case you call. And tell me there’s something to come home
You shouldn’t have come here, made of fireworks, if you didn’t want me to play with fire.
