Tag: tree

Everything is just where it should be, suddenly in focus.
It’s a question of what love gives you the right to do.
That’s the universe trying to tell me something.
I’ve seen it before and I’ll see it again, I’m sure.
Is it OK for me to be sad?
It was beautiful!
We felt we had our place in time.
I never wanted that film to end.
What are you going to do?
I don’t know how you do it.
I don’t think it matters what I think, does it?
We drove back to the house in silence.
Reason was temporarily out of business.
Funny I never looked at it that way before.
No alien figures infested the landscape.
Everywhere was peace.
Away in the distance a dog began to howl.
She said nothing about that when I saw her.
There had been a notable lack of interesting happenings this summer.
‘I was just admiring your place,’ he said.
I’m thinking.
Of course, I remember you perfectly.
I have something to tell you.
For a long moment there was silence.
The river was busy whispering many things to the reeds.
Therewith we walked on in silence.
Do you know anything about this?
You are going to be fine.
There was no one out on the street.
Anything vague was treacherous.
We don’t have to talk about this anymore.
I was sad to leave.
Everything was a kind of game.
Everything was still stripped and bare.
The world was made of sound.
Everything could be drumming.
You were finding out that everything made a sound.
If only he could float through the window.
It’s sad. It’s a sad story.
There’s nothing the matter.
Don’t look at me.
You are innocent.
Or are we near-strangers, just assuming and pretending?
There are versions of happiness.
They avoided fights but sought arguments.
So what do you think they should do?
So how does it feel over there?
Things are going well.
Some people are like that.
This is of course a metaphor.