Landscape November 28, 2014 9:00:11 AM – 9:02:37 AM

I wrote letters to you in my thoughts and followed the movements of the road along the coast and the sea, hesitatingly. I found a line somewhere under my bookcase. Reading for nothingness. You wrote a sentence on my skin to help me look through your eyes. A line threatened to intervene in my thoughts, to seduce my thoughts, terrify my thoughts.

Like reading forgotten newspapers.