Dark-blue

Dark-blue November
You get inside me, through all the steps that I am to tired to take.
Up all the stairs, cross over all roads with no crosswalk,
Through the window, the hole outside world is blowing in, horrible, damp, cold air.
And police sirens.
Is it a war?
Dark blue winds storming through the skin.
Through the heart and the lungs.
Dark blue gas to disappear inside.
I want to go home.

I want you no harm beautiful fairytale city.
I can be that fairytale. Running up and down the Diagon alley.
Sorry I mean Grassmarket.
I walk over hundreds of meter of death. Over the cemetery and the Royal Mile.
But I can only feel dark blue November streaming trough me.
I am so tired.
I want to enjoy everything.
Be charmed of Athen and the observatory I just find.
Now you are in the underwaterroom.

From dark blue to white.
I will go back in December.
Is it empty there?
White and empty, but warm.