this is about nothing in particular…
about crushed roses, maybe…
or a song which keeps playing in my head…
a tune which refuses to go away.
scraps of verses written here and there.
a half finished paperback.
a verry old photograph which got me really nostalgic.
going to see a friend off to the station.
coming back through a city of empty roads, halogen lights and unexpected draughts looking for some company.
takes and re-takes while jamming.
things left unsaid.
some said…but too late to make any difference.
what?
