November 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
Endangered, she said, when I drink my morning coffee to disappear, to lose control to find everything unreal. Take these memories of last year, dip them in hot water like tea, add sugar, take a sip, come near! How long long can take? How immediate can be now? And where is yesterday when one needs it?” Awake. In the wee hours thoughts are preserved in darkness, to dissolve with the first light.