I was seeing a spider, 

for so many days he has casted his webs around this rabbit hole, 

and for so many days he has lived as a reigned warrior at the centre of it. 

But now he is hungry for more, 

he wants explorations…he wants life of stones under a hungover sky. 

But the stability…the romantic idea of fading in glorious mediocrity, 

made him stop and think for a while. 

I thought I should demolish all his labyrinths 

and make him sail after a containment of nothing. 

But I waited, I waited for myself to be a roofless structure first…

Fulfillment has never been able to understand and uproot the sense of purple homecomings.

I waited…I waited untill we both were ready to take on the usual eyes and usual mockeries. 

I am still waiting…and he is long dead.

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Photograph: Andy Hay.