Then the day slowly closed in on our eyes. I think you had forgotten that one. The lime.
It is every single rock in my heart, slowly but inevitably turning into stars and sparkling diamonds. The ladder up to the sentence: I was the one who called the police. I try to draw your radiant eyes in my sentences. I listened with my lips, let my lips write faraway countries into your wrists. On the balcony, I sat in the sun following a sentence you had told me while asleep, saw it move inward and disappear in a sparkling diamond.