Conversation May 27, 2014 3:01:51 PM – 3:03:14 PM

Suddenly one night, giraffes fell from your dreams. I sat alone in the sun. Coloured the words gentle. Everything behind everything.

I don’t know where we disappeared.

The rain, the wind between the leaves of trees, your lips, your lips, your lips.

In the night a distant voice had almost fallen asleep.