Landscape February 3, 2015 12:11:47 PM – 12:13:58 PM

Who was it that wrote: The northern lights quivering in your voice. This is what my dreams looked like at the time. Out in the brightness of day, I found a handful of glittering, glittering diamonds.

When I wrote your name in the shadows, a ray of sun fell through my window. They shine out from inside darkness along with a couple of hesitant sentences and the precious unrest I was once given by accident.