Looking for fragments that make sense in an incomprehensible world.
Thursday, 7 July 2011
Read me a story. Let my rest on the cold summer ground, smell the fresh summer grass and feel the soothing evening breeze... I will close my eyes and listen to the breaths you take as you whisper in my ear... Let it be gentle, slow, soft... Let my mind wonder high above the rooftops. Let if float... Let me believe the world is good. When the story ends bring me back to the fresh summer grass with a gentle kiss...