hideout

now, i know i will never be able to rewrite those words, to put them all together again, to draw the same picture with them. but i do remember their meaning, it's cristal clear in my mind, just as it was in the moment i've written them down, and just as it was in the moment they flooded my mind, when i was alone in my hideout by the sea. another night there, alone with the ocean and the clouds and the stars and the great and empty blackness of the summer sky. i'm getting used to it, i'm getting quite confortable there as a matter of fact. human beings get used to anything after all. and yet, it would be so nice not to be there on my own. yeah, i suppose it would be very nice to share the hideout, to tell the secrets of those stars i see, to sing the poetry of the crashing ocean, hammering restlessly the wavebreaker and making my heart (our hearts?) tremble. and watch the burning cigarrette tips rolling down the sand and being engulfed by the water, as there is no one else around except perhaps the guy up in the watch tower, tall and cold and distant. there is so much i could tell you, if only you'd care to listen.