Ocean May 27, 2014 12:51:39 PM – 12:53:15 PM

In the horizon a white cloud whispered away the smallest details. And down through the skin to the bones, glittering-glittering, and through the bones until darkness merges with marrow. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun. Yo

Conversation May 27, 2014 10:48:42 AM – 10:50:36 AM

At the time you were still a part of the slow, black beings of the mountains against the desperately fragile silence of the night. In the horizon a white cloud whispered away the smallest details.

Why did you drag me down to the outermost mountains? In there behind the forest. Nothing should be forgotten. It is about surface.

Something glittered (glittered) between my fingers.

Conversation May 26, 2014 2:11:35 PM – 2:14:00 PM

I could not forget what should be forgotten. That we never really become a part of the world.

Why did you drag me down to the outermost mountains? Sentences are an ocean. It was the forests.

There was nothing. In. It was parts of your dreams that fell out between your lips. What shall we do with the violent sky? On a big piece of white paper. I, hesitatingly.