Someplace Else

Inside, a small bed, white sheets over tough mattress.
A layer of what used to be pale yellow
on rough concrete walls.

Inside, exposed beams on ceiling, pointing
to open window, sills decorated
with smudges of his last cigarette last night,
and this morning’s shit from pigeons (temporary roommates,

they’ve already gone.)

Outside, busy footsteps on pavement,
hands hailing cabs;
small talk, conversations,
perhaps poetry.

Outside, a city of strangers, 
unknown, unnamed, unexplored.

I’ve been craving for hummus the past few days, so I decided to make my own instead of buying from the store! Pounded some dry-roasted sesame seeds to a paste instead of using Tahini and I think it worked rather well. Grilled some chicken fillet, chopped some tomatoes and red onions and tossed it in an Asian dressing and the family’s pretty pleased. 
Cooking makes me really happy! And fat. But happy!

I’ve been craving for hummus the past few days, so I decided to make my own instead of buying from the store! Pounded some dry-roasted sesame seeds to a paste instead of using Tahini and I think it worked rather well. Grilled some chicken fillet, chopped some tomatoes and red onions and tossed it in an Asian dressing and the family’s pretty pleased. 

Cooking makes me really happy! And fat. But happy!

If this is redemption, why do I bother at all
There’s nothing to mention, and nothing has changed
Still I’d rather be working at something, than praying for the rain
So I wander on, till someone else is saved

There are just some songs that tug at me on a different level. Lethal mixes of amazing imagery and storytelling, intimate vocals and tense instrumentation.