Sunday, September 21, 2008


Our whole lives are just a simple play of lights. A clumsy dance of the steps into nothing and the shortage of shadows. You, closing on me, on your toes, down my street, quiet, along with the wind. You, hiding behind the branches of the huge blackberry tree; up on the forever forgotten railway tracks that lead to nowhere... And all the hugs in which I wanted to trap you - one with the shadows...

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