I get little snippets, like photographs, brief cinematic clips, fleeting feelings that come and go. They come in sometimes like tidal waves but when you try to capture them it's like the night vanishing at daybreak, those last grains of sand in the hourglass.
Bare feet on wet pavement
And fingers fumbling with the torn seams of jacket pockets
And loose strands of blond and cotton candy pink and blue hair
And lips slightly parted
And a gaze that just isn't there