Trapped, hands tied, mouth taped, Slowly I grasp consciousness I open my eyes, Discover a den – Earthen ground, soiled sheets undone On a dirty bed.
Winter cold biting At my lips – prickling skin sends Shivers down my spine On and on I walk Numbed – I let frozen air in Filling up my lungs
Vapors emanate – Hot, white, smokey clouds of hope Warming up my lips.
As the Tardis lands On foreign soil, it watches. Frozen Eye stays still.
As life bustles by Under the clearest skies, Frozen I sits still.
Ethereal scene Unsullied grounds – shrinking – yet Ever-growing soul
Tim was sitting in his favorite coffee place. It was large, crooked, ragged and loud. People were flowing in and out. Sharing stories with one another at the top of their lungs to cover the clamorous sound of music broadcasted on the dozen of old-school speakers, screwed on the walls.
That was the second time, Timothy walked in this place. It was a case of love at first sight between the man and this hotel. He had not needed many visits to sign the deeds. Just one look and he was all in.
I am home now. Alone. Empty. But alive. Life is unpredictable. So fragile. So persistent. It is indescribable. Kind of confusing really. That’s is it. I am stuck in a provisory state of permanent confusion.
I will never let you see Beyond the surface How scared and how scarred I really am. Je ne te laisserai jamais voir Sous cette façade Ma peur et ces cicatrices Encore rougies.
For the time being though, while his assistant’s schedule was crammed up with meetings and administrative bores, Timothy was taking a break from it all. He was looking forward to relaxing with his family, his loved ones.