Thursday, March 10, 2011
Since Tara left Brussels, someone lives inside my head, sees through my eyes. I feel feet pounding on my chest. I feel them kicking hard and deep against my breastbone. I turned to take the bicycle -it was well past two- and I only worried about the cold air surrounding me like melted ice and flowing in through my jacket sleeves.
Vibed by: CC 4 views 2 comments comment |delete |follow
Tara says:
You seem to be in constant dialogue with me.
I’m back home. Terribly tired. I’ll be sleeping for a week )))
How was your trip to Athens ?
CC says:
What are you doing here? Why are you doing this?
Every day the story continues in this spot until the end of March
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment