Conversation June 18, 2014 6:31:41 PM – 6:33:15 PM

I try to understand this coincidence: I’m just waiting around for the fucking sun. A letter. Now my dreams drift into a gentler, better time. Something caught the eyes, made them shed tears until it looked like crying.

I was in your body, and you? It is never the fast gaze. A line threatened to intervene in my thoughts, to seduce my thoughts, terrify my thoughts. Someone has put his sweater on properly.