Friday, 24 February 2012

with a match between it's teeth the wind at the window rattles me awake, clears the sky of lingering clouds that tell stories with shapes and break the sun...what else can i do but drink the bright that fills my room?

4 comments:

alvaro barcala said...

heaven.

alvaro barcala said...

As a curiosity, I spent the whole last night drawing a bright matchbox with little stars getting out from it.

demie said...

You tell stories with shape. Do you know that?

Timo said...

so secret you, so secret
like a window from the sea to the sky

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