Was I quiet? Everything behind everything. I could feel the fragile truth. The air and the songs of the Earth. When I woke up, my dreams had always left a trap behind.

I try to draw your shining eyes in my sentences.

I try to draw your shining eyes in my sentences.

Later, one of the following nights, as we followed each other down through each our idea of it, I could no longer hide the words, the sentences, the images.

I try to draw your shining eyes in my sentences. I try to draw your shining eyes in my sentences. I try to draw your shining eyes in my sentences.