#hananaberlin

[theninthhour]

Unison

with the world as it is, with the faith as they are, I was. Might have been following your scent, your thoughts...those unheard whispers. It feels like an echo chamber. Each day I write the words meant to be typeset and printed then delivered to you like a morning paper. It could be spring, summer or fall and you are alone at night in your bedroom. With a little joy, sadness, and a hint of hope. You don’t want to fall asleep just yet. Swept in a million strands of thought another million waves of perpetual emotions. What color are those thought? What shape are those emotions? “We need to find out” you would say. Or “Do I know what they are”, I shall say. May as well be a sweet summer dream. 

Oh, the weight of this silence.

I finally type in “kiss good night” then replace it with “good night kiss.” There are thousands of quotes I’d like to put in one word, that it would unpack itself upon finding you.

Goodnight, good night, I bid you one more good night.

Until tomorrow, til it be morrow,

good night, goodnight my dearie goodnight. 

[theninthhour]

Will you be

my Berliner Zeitung?

Now I have a real good reason to miss the city more.