Tag: architecture

I wandered the halls seeking its spirits, dead or alive
To be an artist was to see what others could not
I cherished the idea that one day I would write a book
I have vague memories, like impressions on glass plates
There are benefits to being of small size, after all
You need to get out there, you need to do something, go somewhere
I never know what I’m going to do next
He briefly closes his eyes and imagines smashing his fist into the nearest wall
I want you to have fun
What they did they did with no variation
When the light expired, they slept
There had to be a story
Or they will chase each other, racing up and down stairs or pounding along the halls
Let me help you while you’re in this town
His father would often yell at him for breaking a glass
And while I could have ended there I had no desire to
I need to put some clothes on or have the heat turned up
He went to the window and wanted to cry
Now come read a story with me
Machines were rumbling from inside it
I had to hold my breath as I stood there
Your soul has become architecture
There’re five or six kinds of black. Some silky, some woolly
But I need two promises. First, that you’ll be home before dark
I don’t think anybody’s here
Nothing beside remains
There was not much to say to this
She had to get back underground as quickly as possible
It rained two hundred and eighty-seven days of the year
Her mind runs free
He has turned minutes into hours, and hours into days
Connect what you’ve noticed. Connect it into a picture
The curtains were drawn across the windows in all the rooms
Nothing had ever been weird around here before
The roof would never keep rain out, but it shrugged off the snow
And, through it all, …
… the sun kept on shining
But to express cogitations is not to perform them
State your intentions, Muse. I know you’re there
I unpacked my bag and found a dead cockroach
She would devote her life to these creatures
Not a sound was to be heard above the traffic
He remembered what being alone was like
The darkness did not leave her, but it shuffled to one side
It was hiding under a fallen branch like a scared animal
The pair undressed quickly and silently
There was juice and decent coffee
They had been quarrelling for as long as they had been in love
An agonized cry and some animal howling
Are you looking at my knees?