Conversation March 2, 2015 3:19:20 PM – 3:22:50 PM

I try to draw your shining eyes in my sentences. You say something. You dragged me down to the outermost mountains. I drew your skin on everything. Somewhere in there under the despair of the sand, someone finds a small sparkling, a small sparkling green. The clothes on my body hangs on my body. Around hesitant stars, things. Seek shelter. And we awoke. In the sunlight a precious stone quivers from the depths of the Earth. When I wake up and see you open your eyes.