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Ocean November 25, 2014 9:35:40 AM – 9:38:07 AM

The light followed the shadows and found reflection in the flagstones, the windows, the darkness. Grey. And we awoke.

Everything can shift shape, can change, can transform. Together we mapped the order of things lying down. I think you had forgotten that one. What shall we do with the violent sky? I drew black squares on your skin to make sure everything was real.

Landscape November 25, 2014 9:24:40 AM – 9:26:25 AM

Next to my one foot an open book was engaged in light conversation with the wind.

The cloud hid something from the birds. We are a conversation rising up behind the eyes. My one pen is red and the other is black. The seagulls in the streaming water and up on the sky.

By the hesitant shore we walked through mountains of razor shells and looked out towards the slowness of the sea.

Ocean November 25, 2014 9:21:47 AM – 9:24:36 AM

The seagulls in the streaming water and up on the sky. The northern lights quivering in your voice.

Impossible to get in there.

On a window pane. Everything behind everything. Here the day is already far ahead of me. Letter in April. Were these lines really real?

Occasionally, you spoke some words I did not understand.

Ocean November 25, 2014 9:18:38 AM – 9:20:26 AM

It is every single rock in my heart, slowly but inevitably turning into stars and sparkling diamonds. To speak was too much. Take this morning, for instance: Which night followed the night? Of other cities, other worlds.

Were these lines really real?

Sentences whispered through the laundry and dropped a few caresses on my skin. The most important.

Ocean November 25, 2014 9:13:34 AM – 9:17:35 AM

The plain turns into darkness and stone. The lime.

It was before you could disappear. In a different autumn, I would have been embarrassed by sampling. Figs above the view. You can be in this landscape.

In the night a distant voice had almost fallen asleep.

I was in your body, and you? I could feel your heart beat against my dick.

Conversation November 25, 2014 9:11:56 AM – 9:13:30 AM

It was not the forests I came from.

This is not a game. Everything behind everything. Later, one of the following nights, as we followed each other down through each our idea of it, I could no longer hide the words, the sentences, the images. Something opened up. I try to draw your radiant eyes in my sentences.

The ideal, whispers the quiet wind, is not necessarily the trimmed trees, the tightly composed book.

Ocean November 25, 2014 9:08:16 AM – 9:10:33 AM

Sentences are an ocean.

I’m just waiting around for the fucking sun. They turn away from the outer mountains and return to the luminous houses, the noise and their own weird bodies. I sat alone in the sun. Like another day where that was impossible.

It was only the sense of wind, of sand, of darkness, of the distant functions of my body, the quiet (that was never quiet).

Landscape November 25, 2014 9:06:49 AM – 9:08:12 AM

I get the day going, writing quietly.

The ladder up to the sentence: I was the one who called the police.

The coffee I am drinking is mild in its taste. At the time you were still a part of the slow, black beings of the mountains against the desperately fragile silence of the night. I could not phrase those sentences.

Conversation November 25, 2014 9:04:32 AM – 9:06:46 AM

Did I sit alone? I could feel the fragile truth. The scratches. Take this morning, for instance: It was not the forests I came from. I flick through the pages of some random book. This is not a game.

In the evening, the light seemed to move closer to my skin and there is a happiness flickering in front of my eyes.

Are you on the other side of the sea?

Conversation November 25, 2014 9:02:46 AM – 9:04:28 AM

Does that make sense?

I had fallen out of a spotted sleep and into a deep melancholy and now I drove on through the sorrow of the landscape. The most important. On a window pane. By the hesitant shore we walked through mountains of razor shells and looked out towards the slowness of the sea. I try to draw your shining eyes in my sentences. When I do not see you, I do not see you. I try to understand this coincidence: