Landscape November 24, 2014 5:15:02 PM – 5:18:38 PM

How long did you drift in the wind? The books could not be opened, they were codes of language. I read random collections of poetry. Out in the brightness of day, I found a handful of glittering, glittering diamonds. The last time I was happy was only this morning. The focus, coming really close to the writing.

I try to draw your shining eyes in my sentences. In the evening, the light seemed to move closer to my skin and there is a happiness flickering in front of my eyes.