Conversation May 27, 2014 10:48:42 AM – 10:50:36 AM

At the time you were still a part of the slow, black beings of the mountains against the desperately fragile silence of the night. In the horizon a white cloud whispered away the smallest details.

Why did you drag me down to the outermost mountains? In there behind the forest. Nothing should be forgotten. It is about surface.

Something glittered (glittered) between my fingers.