"when we awake each morning, we hold in our hands, usually weakly and loosely, but a few fringes of the tapestry of lived life, as loomed for us by forgetting." - walter benjamin

(a poem from last november)

pillow hair and morning breath
the silence kisses me to say good morning.
and though they say that opposites attract,
we both lay together -
holding down the floor and out the cold -
'til morningsongs and afternoonishchats.

skyline in a box

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