The land of nada

There's coer in this room of mine that showcases the perfect foggy weather just as it must me. Tempting to go for walks and disappear in the woods around the highway while there are couple of names, stastes and smells left on the tip of my tongue. Nothing will be forgotten. I just figured out this big secret around the voices of birds while talking to each other. The way I talked to you. Full of mysteries of pain, pure joy and the pushed back pain comes again. To the point where I was walking around the block, listening to girls love me by Bowie, your name didn't even come to my mind. Not even your face or your slightly tense figure; the feeling of you, that realistic scene where we sitting in a car and somehow after all these nights you always had something new to show me. A new laugh, new taste in new albums or even a brand of tuna we never tried. It occurred to me why I always thought you were creative. Besides all the dead end shit you put me thru, I saw you. I saw you as who you were and I think no one else ever did. I'm glad I did.I'm glad I've known to love you and long after that, I've known to forget and pass by. The land of nada...