sunflower_____

sat listening to th e rain beating down against me bedroom window. my head still spinning, and visions from reading wuthering heights. somewhere out there Cathy is walking the streets shouting me name, up and down the streets of Leeds, behind the corn exchange, stumbilin up Briggate. Can't hear her
can't find her.
maybe she's too far in the past, and i can't see thru time.......
i feel really lonely, wanting arms around me, someones hand to hold while looking out over the moors at the fading sunset.
work again tomorrow.
marky