LugiaLegend

one minute to five, in the pre-dawn light the city looks like a circuit board from up here approaching from the west trying to sleep trying not to sleep looking for something to distract me, glass pressed to my face. i try to rest try to write try to record above houses rowed and stacked like memory while I keep a pointer to one byte one allocation of address-space where my daughter’s still asleep.

In the town that I loved by the beach that I loved on the cast-away street that I loved, that I loved, I strayed into the cinema to see the stars that I so loved. They twisted my head and caught hold of my hair, sighed softly and murmured, no, little dear. This. This is how you love. Then they showed me their scenes until the scenes laced my dreams and I was left chasing echoes of love. I walked out into daylight and ever since then the doubt the doubt the doubt has set in a little more each time that I’ve laughed, cried, made a friend - Is it real? Enough? Is it love? I want to chase them and scream that I care for this world from