walking past life, holding an invisible blanket, into another dimension altogether. The world seemed empty, as did the other dimension. I was lonely, disconnected. But at least I didn't have to surrender control completely there.
shows the other side of smaller things. Like how the sky turns and life itches turning skins inside out daring you to touch the wind, and how crossed arms push back tides over tiny bumps of black and white memory, and how feet leave indentations where the sun had knelt over the hills and the ocean buried within the silence of a heartbeat.