two teabags later

it's been a while but the clock seems to have stopped..
curious, last night i dreamt of a white rabbit running and imagine i was following it
without a reason..it just made sense to me, in an irrational way

it's been a while but i am still sitting on the same seat by the window on a plane
my hair grew short but when i look at my image i am still wearing a purple top and have long hair

it's been a while but i still remember of broken glasses, walks in the sunset and some sweet words that made sense to me in an irrational way

pause..15 years later

no just two teabags..bugging me like the hours i spent by the window waiting for a car to arrive, a text to be received, a story to be told again from the beginning

it's been a while..a week or two..time is fucking relative. we knew this already. we just remembered again.
and you look yourself in the mirror, and roll cigarettes, and take boiling hot showers to wake up from the dream.

and wonder, as now, as ever: whatever happened to human contact? and why did you lie to me when you said that things are easy? the world is easy..

it's been a while, it's been years, it's been two weeks and a day, it's been just two minutes..long enough to make two cups of tea and throw the teabags away