then we would evaporate, of course, in the whitish mists sinking above the shore...
I'll wrap my wounds in the wadding of the sky, tell me, when will you come back? the horizon of vertigo, the balance of time, I will anchor myself in the sand of the beach.
I could do this
I should say that
I would like to go here
or live like that
*posted in December 2020, edited in December 2021
I would question the uncertain morning, its color, its flavor, what is the best height to drop? I would let myself go, perhaps, in the blur of the evening.
When there was a moment of sunshine, I put the day in quotes, but the terror tired me and the uncertainty made me want to sleep. Then click and order