Conversation November 29, 2014 3:29:12 PM – 3:31:02 PM

You can be in this landscape. I have written you a map. The sentences are an ocean. Resisted, but wrote: nothing. I flick through the pages of some random book. When I wrote your name in the shadows, a ray of sun fell through my window. Glass hands.

Every morning I wake up and think: wow! What beautiful eyes. I try to draw your radiant eyes in my sentences.