Landscape June 21, 2014 11:38:29 AM – 11:40:49 AM

You wrote a sentence on my skin to help me look through your eyes.

Behind the pistons. A line threatened to intervene in my thoughts, to seduce my thoughts, terrify my thoughts. The chair wobbles. Here the night is already one big show. You listened to my fierce heart, every word a sun that cannot burn. There was something that opened up. The night is trans-, the day is trans-.