It’s December and I didn’t do anything I promised myself I would last year. He laughs. And then he becomes serious, searching my eyes. What are you talking about? I think you’ve done plenty of things. Plenty of steps forward. …
Rising from the canopy of trees in the early morning light, clouding the horizon mercilessly, wetting the bark of the spruces, soaking the fur of the deer, it is the shapeless form of a body I once knew. Dark hair…
One ripe peach and a man who can’t dream meet each other in a cool summer morning. In the bright August light, the man finds himself observing the breakfast table, full of sweet and salty things. The wooden basket sits…
I may sound egocentric, cause even if I am talking about Jane I always find a way to make it about me. I blinked once, twice, trying to adapt my eyes to the dark room full of mirrors. Even then…
