Pt. 2 - A Someone Currently But Upon Landing Will Be More A Someone Recently Somewhere Above Clouds In Thinspace Above Everything And All

and you'll just know when they was singin' 'bout the north sea, and i said i was gettin' lonely for it was when he turned to me,
-is this all gonna make you into a tortured weepy soul fulla heartbreak and all what else what comes a with it?
i laughed it to the aways but i knew i didn't know yet couldn't know yet 'cause i walked outta there with heavy foot and hazy eye to cigarette coffee outside chirpin' airport mockin' wishin' it to be somethin' longer and somethin' more an impossibleless some of a thing that i know is not impossible just difficult just problematic just but i refuse to say improbable 'cause i ain't never been one for playin' the odds 'cause the odds ain't never been in my favor. 'course when i look at it now and i look back at the seven day weekend that was just it's seemed to been that maybe the odds are in my favor 'cept i know them ain't the odds and them ain't the breaks ('cause i'm so far from broken that it ain't even a thing) but rather that them is a sign of a thing what is signifyin' what i knowed all along,
-i'm just one a the lucky fucks.
-how's exactly your meanin'?
-i could fall into the tay and come out clean. hell i could fall in and come out covered in gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
and he seemed to take this into quick-sideration and accept it all with a shrug less chalance and was then right there i come to realize that this is a thing for self-contemplation and quiet-sideration a thing all my own a some thing for me and alone 'cause it ain't the understandable that others can understand want to understand not with fault of their own but fault of my own but without fault. i know for sure and surely.

and yet still a thing i couldn't know yet and couldn't yet know for reasons unreal yet so very just such 'cause passenger side pillows are lonely once again and for who knows how long and even longer now i can't even begin to describe.

and i can't even begin to know how to understand this.

when black and white photographs and the memory of golden green eyes sunburstin' at you in the dark is all that's left to keep grabbin' you more than facewise, well that's when you'll know that nothin' can ever be the same. you'll just know.