Ocean April 30, 2015 10:59:24 AM – 11:01:17 AM

In the morning, darkness seems to move closer to my skin and there is an accident flickering inside my eyes. I drank short gulps of the tea, ate dry crispbread, butter and sesame seeds. Out by the factories. You mustn’t disappear. Parts of your reality slid in between my lips. We stood in there and told stories and listened. I sailed in the pulsating, in the flowing dreams of sun. The clothes on my body hangs on my body. To swim in the flowing water like a foreign language, unaccustomed to the way it fits too tightly as if you were naked.