Abstract Heart

As we kissed two thousand and two, crazy little love-struck starlings got ready to take flight. Lifting their wings together in a flock ready for war.

Determined to win what they fought for already, to save what they wanted right now. To stay in the same place they were nesting, all clung together out of fright, not wanting to part.

They could take down an airplane, they have done so in 1979 somewhere before us away in the past. So as you and I cling and hold on like they do waiting to break out in masses, not knowing, that the pest control vehicle will soon be speeding down the runway of love.

Lights flashing guns blazing, shooting blanks as crossfire to split us up, and move us on together or not together but in all directions. Even if we stick close together the shock will still shift us on.

If we let go in opposite directions we're weaker by ourselves, not because we are alone because we are with a thousand others. None of them you or I. Then we would not be fine because we have known what it feels like to kiss the edge of happiness. Together.

Fresh mourning, deep like the earthy smell that lingers on leaves wet after the rain has subsided. The glittering asphalt gives guise to the blurred lines of velvet skylines. Vacant buildings hold the nostalgic force of momentum flashes of gull-wing grey like concrete accolades.

Candyfloss residue clings in sticky situations where hands are laid empty, rubbed together with the dirt of hurt feelings, bad memories. Bad memories are the ones that didn't materialise to be.

Regret is nothing but a slump and element and the thrill of winning a goldfish that has no place in the world we reside in alone and at home. Where the bare white walls are cold as the inside of a washed-out ice cream tub, empty but suffocating with vapors of something sweet and the old nostalgia melts my heart.