It's just me.
Just me and myself.
Alone.
Telling each other stories.
So as I'm walking slowly.
Along the river.
As I'm trailing my fingers.
Against the railings.
Im telling myself stories.
In part to amuse me.
In part to pass the time.
I have nowhere to be.
I have no thoughts to think.
It's just me and myself.
Telling each other stories.
Stories of places.
Stories of people.
Stories of things long dead and gone.
As the winter skies darken.
As the warm nights cool.
I'll find myself telling me.
More and more stories.
I am Timi