If it wasn't no. That driver would have taken a journey into the paid unknown, no more red lights on just a routine drill. The door clicks open into a four second mystery with solids plastered against walls and the rise and fall amplified. Beyond reach desire escalates as lights are useless with cards never making their way to where they belong. Shaking hands and force triggers a rocket absorbing gravity, intensifying speed and resonance for the final shatter. A swift deferral before hitting the ground.  

Magical mixed tapes. According to fluctuating moods. I picked sleep and weed, an attempt to drift away for just a bit. We connect because we relate to words and music.

With my ears plugged I walked through a world without sound, strangers with their mouth open wide and gestures of expression. Neither stopping nor offering any contact.

Happily lost in a whimsical world of my own.

No longer looking for spectacular. Just plain ordinary. Like the unwritten pages of notebooks.

Another title to begin, another role to fill. Doesn't speak volumes nor any relation to what was. Just a way.

Maybe problems four years ago are still relevant.

That look and gaze. Sunlight streaming through the window she leans in and disappears.

It's this tingling... Small warmth of happiness that tells me it's all okay.

From black to grey, a different pace and another life. You built a little island of heaven which I now understand. Away from me. Because we live better that way.

Give yourself away to the keepers.