Categorie archief:determinations

A painted sky

we discovered the nightly greens a few months before we left the island

such a high density in our veins; when dark red blood is splashed onto green leafs it is camouflaged like a red deer is when it hares away into the forest

Now it’s different, this is more,

this is wide and full of stardust

…

We became everything the night we died.

What does it gives if my life enters this pool

I could be all

I could be everything

If my words would stand the moment then I only paint