- the light of the day is gentler, orange and warm in colour
- the garden grows wild and then dies
- walking is no longer very quiet; everything is crunching beneath you, breaking apart
- i'm asleep and everything is a dream
- i'm sleeping; i'm dreaming it all
- creation of departure
- went completely mute at home for weeks at a time,
- the grey fox in my garden at dusk
- the promises of the night, made of butter, melt when the first sunrays appear
- love is like a nettle that stings badly
mar 3 2014 ∞
jan 10 2019 +