I cannot see you anymore, I cannot feel the wind blowing from your shores and through the sand to my eyes. I feel free, I flew with the wind and now I am free. I can feel the grains under my feet though, the coarseness of them grating away at the dead skin and open sores of my feet. I miss the sand of the shores and the last night of the summer but I am free again, alone in a strange new city rimmed by the light of the rising sun. I love you, now that you have left, but I find it in in myself to forgive you. I love you, now that I have left, but I cannot find it in in myself to forgive you. You really left, didn’t you? You know that I left for a reason, right? You know I did not want you to leave. You know you are alone for a reason. Please. This is you’re doing, and I am happy to be free.
Songs Whilst Writing
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Ba-Benzele – Brian Eno & Jon Hassell
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Rising Thermal 14 16’ N; 32 28’ E – Brian Eno
& Jon Hassell
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Charm (Over “Burundi Cloud”) – Brian Eno &
Jon Hassell
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