Tag: sam_allingham

But it is so, so beautiful.
This is a little komisch.
Something to hold on to.
You need something underneath the language.
They passed like afternoon hours, like breath.
One never noticed the soothing parts of life.
I don’t even understand me.
But we have to do something, don’t we?
It was as if they were moving backward in time.
Like a dream that lasted for years.
He had a full life, a full world.
Would she become happy there, given time?
Was she happy in her new place?
If only he could float through the window.
Perhaps it is time for a break.
I watch the trains.
Immediately the atmosphere changed.
He had never been really good at appearing relaxed.
I see we have a few new faces.
So let me explain the rules.