Tag: vegetation

Can you hear me? a disembodied voice asks.
From then on, they had remained close.
Everything was a kind of game.
There’s nothing I can do for you.
I don’t know what that was.
You’re both and neither.
Out of nowhere.
Keeping time wasn’t hard for you.
That was the sound of pain.
But inside every kind of sound lurked a sadness.
You were finding out that everything made a sound.
But it is so, so beautiful.
They passed like afternoon hours, like breath.
One never noticed the soothing parts of life.
I don’t even understand me.
Immediately the atmosphere changed.
Whatever he wanted he could have.
Whatever he thought about he could see in front of him.
Gone Fishin’
And it felt right and true.
There’s nothing the matter.
Everything’s fine.
Maybe he just has nothing to say.
They stood in little groups.
Don’t look at me.
I don’t want to talk.
Or are we near-strangers, just assuming and pretending?
Do we understand each other?
Learn to love the numbness.
There are versions of happiness.
They were awake, but it was a dream.
So what do you think they should do?
So how does it feel over there?
Things are going well.
What’s a typewriter?
No matter where in the world.
“And always a village, never a town.”
Her eyes, opaquely glinting in the moonlight.
Where are you coming from?
This was a very important question.
It’s changing all the time.
I don’t think that’s really accurate, sir.
Everyone has to wear clothes.
Everything dissolves like sugar in water.
I need to slow down.
I was as happy in that moment as I had ever been.
Is there enough food for the goldfish?
Freedom and independence, yay!
A grown-up approach to happiness.
We all mature in our own way and at different rates.