September 2010
4 posts
Stockholm, September
sailor days.
Berlin, September
Comfort.
summary of long ago real imaginations
i’ve been really bad at doing unimportant stuff lately,
but approximately one hundered nights ago, i wanted to write:
that i, that night, realised that birds do fly in the night
for i saw them caught in the glow, with swoops, kite skeletons - the lights were dancing a cool thing
and there was the warmest part of nights
my mama was within ear call
i swam laps between luke warm bellies...