My mind wandering between
What has been
What is
What will be
Of this city
For me, for friendship, for love.
The possibilities of a life long gone.
Revealing the urban essence of a place I know only through the prism of passion.
The fresh white air of the morning
Reminiscent of youthful end of nights
Today awakes me to work and writing.
Already up because my body is still with you
On another time line,
My mind frantically skims through hours, days, years.
Zooming in and out, London
In focus or just dot on the map.
Back and forth, future,
Toujours le future,
Decisively,
Deliciously,
Unknow to me.
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