Landscape January 7, 2015 2:36:02 PM – 2:37:27 PM

I sat somewhere quiet in the past, writing and drawing. Why did you drag me down to the outermost mountains?

Days. Weeks. One morning, you let a piece of the sky rest against my chest. We, behind the eyes. The trees. I wrote nothing down in that period.

Stuff like that.

The spaces of words are undoubtedly what is most important.