After a long and ultimately uneventful flight the plane landed with all the grace of a three legged gazelle. If there is only one complaint to be made about Schipol airport it is the fact that you can often spend more time taxiing to the airport than flying to it but, after a trans-atlantic night flight, this last leg was mercifully brief. The problems did not start with the disembarking, or the passport control which is always improved when occasional flyers are around. The seasoned traveller knows what a passport line is really for and the joys of being a member of the EU. Being a regular traveller also meant that my baggage was expedited and it made the last few hundred meters in record time. No the issue is being in a european airport with no currency and no 'chip' in your credit cards! With little chance of buying a train ticket, paying a taxi or getting any money out the whole week could have been spent in the airport.
i looked into his pale blue eyes and he turned away, he told me not to look too deep or i would drown, i told him i would dive into the darkest parts of his mind, his soul and his heart because ive been swimming in my own thoughts my whole life, im a strong swimmer. he turned back around to face me with tears in his eyes and he looked down at our feet hanging down from the branch. i pushed his face up and i made a promise, a promise which changed our lives. i promised i would swim with him, i would drown with him, i promised i would stay with him always and forever...
As I leave the safety of my front door, I begin slowly at first; one foot in front of the other & before too long I break into my stride. The air is so cold it hurts, it burns to breathe but I do not recoil from it, no I welcome it's embrace. The city is in slumber as I traverse through it's networks of veins and arteries, all I can hear is the beating of my heart struggling to keep up with the pace my feet are trying to set. I am determined, I try to fight through the pain, but alas I succumb to it and must stop. I take deep breathes, the air chills me to the bone but I feel free.
look through my eyes, can you see that star, can you see how it illuminates the world, can you see how it burns the darkness, can you see how it makes me lighter, can you see that although there may be a brighter star, through my eyes the light of you is all i see. look through my eyes can you see the shadows lurking, can you see the darkness encroaching, can you see the demons enveloping the light, can you see my heart, laid upon the stone ground, torn from my chest, barely beating as if it is struggling to find a reason to keep on beating. look through my eyes can you see the emptiness now that my bright star has gone