Heather hills
Heather hills rolled by, My train speeding me to you. I loved how your eyes crinkled and you held the door. It wasn't like the other times, With you I was in another place. This place was other-worldly, where time and space became a blur. Dreamlike almost. Infact, it all blurred like a room filled thick with foreign smoke. That heady fog was glorious. Was I dreaming? Long nights, warm air.. You held the liquor and I drank hard. While I spoke of things you said you didn't understand, You would hold me; and in silence I knew everything.' - Zana O'Connell