honking a horn and
yelling something out of a moving car while you
play your favourite songs as you sit by yourself in a chair and
put strange notes and messages in people's letter boxes as you
ride a bike down a hill
opening a cold, cold beer
after long, hard run as you
feel the sun warm the cool air
moments after you wake up in blankets
and think about what you want to have for breakfast
the morning after you stay up all night drinking with friends
and making them laugh
and lending them cds and dvds that you know they will love
feeling snug sitting in someone else's couch
as you see the sun setting on their house
and how the sun set differently from every different place possible
like how sometimes when you come home there is food already prepared, made for you
and there is that feeling of satisfaction you get as you sit down to eat a meal you've made yourself
knowing the things in your life that make you feel good
knowing that there are people out there thinking of you
people you met once in mexico six years, know and remember you
and you can only be sure because you remember them
as you take a seat, on a chair, and allow yourself to do nothing
witness time pass in the form of changing-sunlight on leaves
in the form of suburban birds bouncing around in the dead leaves
of your shaded courtyard
that's brilliantly overgrown
and natural and creating a character and atmosphere of it's own
and taking a beer and writing down your thoughts
and agreeing with them from time to time
after someone apologises to you for being late, and you say - it's alright
and it really is
as you watched strangers hangout at the bar and talk about what's been going on
after you spoke with some guy who'd speak to anyone who'd listen
and you disagreed with everything he had to say
but you shared some enjoyable time together and you wished each other well
as a long forgotten song comes on that reminds of you some great memories
and you've got a few
and you've lost a few
but they're all brilliant
you go to the toilet, and envision your death
and the day you die
how when and why
and you hope everyone you've ever met in your life understands
and you let the phone ring
as you sink back deeper into your chair
after dozing off for a couple of hours, in bed
waking up to see the dusk - they never last long enough
waking up to dinner being cooked
and it's good
you take beer and stand in your driveway
appreciating the comfort you're lucky enough have
cars drive past, fast
and you appreciate having no-where to do, and nothing to do
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