Conversation May 20, 2015 3:43:50 PM – 3:46:41 PM

Assertion. Was I? In the night, a distant voice, sleep. A letter. In every day remnants of meaning slid along with me. Somewhere behind the eyes a careful lamp looks. Out in the brightness of day, I found a handful of glittering, glittering diamonds. When I said your name, all I heard was the quiet whisper through the sand. I try to draw luminous eyes in my sentences.

Can I be in this landscape?

Ocean May 16, 2015 10:36:48 AM – 10:39:25 AM

Something glittered (glittered) between my fingers. Does that make sense? It was before you.

Was there really a fire somewhere? The screen is a world in itself: Where is your heart, where is your skin? On the bus I wrote a text message for you.

Do not seek shelter in the river of another language, but learn it. To speak was too much. Which night followed the day?