
Tonight, I locked the door,
so you wouldn’t get in.
I’ve taken refuge inside my head.
I can hear piano chords,
and voices, of other lonely people.
Through the cracks,
in slip the shadows of last summer,
and those glances, from so long ago.
You’re full up with love
and I’m heading out,
checking out of all of this.
- G.L.
agmy:
& it is true what you said,
that I live like a hermit in my own head.

Tea and cakes.

Twinkling Castle, Edinburgh (by The Other Martin Tenbones)

The Czech Republic - Prague: Europe Centre (von John & Tina Reid)
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