Ocean November 28, 2014 12:08:05 PM – 12:13:15 PM

It doesn’t matter. Sometimes a couple in love will come across each other and shrug their shoulders at the mind of the sun. You, you await a sweet sun. It is always this slow gaze.

The chair I sat on creaked in the sun.

Grey. The intimacy in writing.

My writing is coloured by itself. A shy room, an intimate room.