Mafoo

This is a short little thing i did about a year ago. its about a dream i had about an actual series of 'events' that happened about a year and half ago:


just walk with me, i wanna talk with you.
no one remembers this
words spoken to the cool clear skies.
i saw you and would swear that you saw me.

it was the dew on the grass
or the damp breeze that brought me to my senses.
o it was too easy, even for a drunk.
it was respect you couldnt see
through tear filled eyes
pleading.

I forgot the words, im sorry.
but I remember the way it felt walking away
alone.

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For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return