music the usual culprit.
but i did not let the flood run away.
i tilted my head as i usually do and
stared hard for a second at
the endless girl in front of me;
here was the moment of choice.
i turned my back on her,
and sank into my pathetic single solace
in a reminiscent sideways prayer position
clutching whatever i was given
and head involuntarily bowed.
only for a second did i allow my heart
the luxury
of sorrow
knowing that an indefinite amount of unbearable yearning
were all that waited for me
on the other side.
but
no, i did not let the flood run away.
instead i pushed myself up
floated away
and wrote this.
