17
May
May
Dust collectors
Sensations on my skin of the breeze that come in
Sound of the boys sleeping
I think of food yet I’m not hungry
I think of life
I allocate myself in relation to my surrounding
time
I felt love yesterday
Because it was a sunny day
Today I feel abandoned
Because the sky is grey
And there’s dust on the windowpane
I want to swipe it […]
































