

i write like a five year old.as we were driving, a satellite sent me urgent messages to be a home for you. they were hidden in commercials for new houses. the messages said they needed to be sold now now now and filled with people eating and loving and sleeping and leaving it and coming back. everyone needs a home. i turned off my radio because i don't want you to be reminded of what you don't have.i write like a five year old.
it was quiet then. i liked the silence, because i can listen to you breathing. if we were silent long enough, i can imagine your warm breath filling up the car, mixing with mine, until what was inside of me could be inside of you. i think you would find that cre


i am being empty i am point byou are like a communications tower directing signals across an ocean to radio receivers on the other side. and you are beautiful. there are two kinds of people in this world: people like you and people like me.i am being empty i am point b
you are like two grammes of sodium nitrate in my bloodstream. so small and so subtle in terms of volume, but nevertheless killing me.


this is the endwe stood still and watched the earth rush towards us. the train tracks looked like a ladder,this is the end
ever star a step. life stole so much. every passing moment greeted by another. fluid and constant motion, escaping from our grasp.
stay close, and we are time ticking. we are passion. for once, we are not afraid.
what for, you asked. why anything. your eyelashes spoke symphonies, systematic and it sent me shivering. how could i be so hollow and so full? i am nothing that you are.
i've seen many dusks and few dawns. there are mountains i hate and birds i en
I just want to thank you for you! I think that the world is become more kind thanks to you.
I use some of your work(s) in my short movie named "Happiness". You can see it here:
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Sorry for my bad english...
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Everything was beautiful. Nothing hurt.
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my war paint is sharpie ink.
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