I sat down with a jolly good glass of wine, resting with the soul at a distance apart, and the neighbour sitting next table came up to join me, except I did not really recognise her but no matter, jolly good, vintage, is the time up for tomorrow to be so slow, there must be a a better snack to order, straight from the oven, good to see her, and years later I won't see her again, these are such a pretty brown, deine Augen, we pursue the night with fire and mercury, and she gives me a piece of her insanity, and that was enough to propel us to a silent conversation for 3 minutes and all that matter to me was not the jolly good glass of wine but the avoidance of a forest, campfires are always a big mess and the lesser version of a forest fire but I give up my jolly good wine to sit next to a tree and with her at the other side, back facing, I can smile and she will know, not knowing why, but there is more companionship when we do not face each other, but that little meeting has since become an excuse to extend the last meeting, and perpetually near you, far away, but I give my pennies the running, and the wine will be refilled soon enough, and treat us to an evening which words less spoken is so warm, besides the blood that flows down, of his blood, and still I wish I could drink it more often, and so I decide to order that one snack, perhaps to honour this destined meeting, we took the bread and broke it and finally we shared that one snack, with our jolly good blood and I could swear, though persuaded not, that I saw the brown eyes lit up into white and blue, and further, I witness these eyes reflect the nebula, and with my black holes, I am attracted to her, and then on, this not quite a stranger stranger, sharing this table with me, thinks a thousand narratives in my mind, and they could not match up to this one narrative, that I have been in for some time, some day, I'm almost home, but I wish, to bring you with me, from then on, than to wait till we pass the gates, but it's never too late, if our eyes could shut and see the colour of rain. Patience is a blessing. if. if. maybe,,,,,too many commas