Landscape November 26, 2014 12:52:55 PM – 12:55:24 PM

Of other cities, other worlds. The ladder up to the sentence: I was the one who called the police. Everything behind everything. Darkness we just called darkness.

In the horizon a white cloud whispered away the smallest details. Blue. It was parts of your dreams that fell out between your lips. To speak was too much. The plain turns into darkness and stone. Letter in April. The spaces of words are undoubtedly what is most important.