There's a town I only visit in my dreams a little labyrinth of life and light that remains unknown to the conscious world.
To get there I must travel alone and bring only the necessary a bag, a letter, a hope maybe some fears.
Life there is created at night it's like this place has never been seen in the sunlight like night itself it's a source of energy that allows all things to have a place and a time of their own
The conductor of the bus is not a chatty fellow but he knows exactly where you need to go you hop in and trust that is the rule
no one sleeps on the way the ghost bus wonders around corners that seem all too familiar like the negatives of what could be a coloured original of what could have been home
right there under a worn out door frame blue and sad as a stormy sea there's always someone waiting for me the same unknown face that I never remember they smile and invite me in and I fade into the room swallowed by the pale light coming out of the door frame
Inside I smell coffee.
