Ocean May 16, 2015 10:36:48 AM – 10:39:25 AM

Something glittered (glittered) between my fingers. Does that make sense? It was before you.

Was there really a fire somewhere? The screen is a world in itself: Where is your heart, where is your skin? On the bus I wrote a text message for you.

Do not seek shelter in the river of another language, but learn it. To speak was too much. Which night followed the day?