Fried eggs and cigarettes

Sometimes there are moments that unfold that you feel you have no control over. Some how, you've completely screwed things up. There's no one to blame, some how you got here, and the only person to thank, is you. I've been having this feeling for a few days now. Like I've made a real royale mess of things.


Stormy, unsettled, unforgiving. Broken waters.
Eating pho. Salty tears over prawn salad. Forgotton memories, now a dull mirror. Sipping tea, those niave dreams came and limped by. Injured from real life. From wanting too much it seemed. They wanted to be noticed. They moved like an aborted child wanting to be drawn close and reclaimed. But all I wanted was for them to sink into the ground and disappear. I wished that these dreams never came from me.

Feet are not moving anymore it seems.