Conversation May 28, 2014 12:37:40 PM – 12:39:55 PM

I drew black squares on your skin to make sure everything was real. The spaces of words are undoubtedly what is most important. Asphalt. Indecision. I sailed in the pulsating, in the flowing dreams of sun. Suddenly one night, giraffes fell from your dreams. When I think of that place, I think it is within everything. Every morning I wake up and think: wow! What beautiful eyes. In there behind the words.