Conversation November 3, 2014 3:42:42 AM – 3:43:34 AM

The clothes on my body hangs on my body.

We have the same eyes.

You put it in my window, on my window sill. I am on the other side of the sea. We were still, we were still quivering, quivering down to the smallest details. We have neither curtains nor tight schedules. By the outermost shores we found a small, green stone. I could feel the fragile truth.