Saturday, 8 December 2012

Words

Dear words,

I don't know where I would be, who I would be, Without you. Thank you.

We sleep together and wake up apart; we are the see-through smile on this black canvas.

invisible lined protection

after, life. there was a pause and we ended our grass-grown eyebrows and curled up against our dreaming eyes. this is where i leave you, and...