Day 6

I am sitting in a van, listening to a song about home. A song about a morning star, about a town I know too well. A song that reminds me of you, of home.

We've been stopped, and I do not know what is going on.

'Where are you from?'

'Where are you going?'

'What are you doing there?'

'Why would you want to do that?'

So many questions I feel nobody can properly answer. And all the while I sit, forming my own questions and sending them away to be answered.

I am alright. Are you?

I am sitting, motionless and far away on the side of the road, rising with the relentless heat that clouds our brains and leaves us satisfied with the gaps in truths. What are you doing?

I am thinking of you. Do you think of me?