Category: tori amos

  • Gold Dust and Birds

    The keys form cords that induce an eyeball elevation. Flickering frames, birds flying in and out of vision. A pigeon or a crow replacing the mighty ginger eagle of the sea, From way back then. The beach became paving slabs and moss, The sun disguised by brick not coconut. The Arabian Sea profound and distant. Warm Indian…

  • Time to Turn into a Chicken Nugget

    As the tears drop out onto the page i wonder. Analysis of this being a good or bad decision? Three days left in India, then transit for over two. Friends and family waiting on the platform as the train pulls into Durham City, the exact location from where all of this started. Drip drip drop.…

  • The Little White Cube

    Traveling can be so thick and fast. Sometimes all you want to do is see, sometimes rest. You become so full of experiences that you almost burst pop splat. I wish there was a small white cube in which to stop, digest and reflect between countries. A clear space to sit and think. A space…