ALL OVER THE STAIRS INTESTINE WET WITH LIFE UNKNOWN. ENTER JE, LOOKING DOWN AT THE GROUND TO THE BROWN CARPET--WHITE SPECKS. FREEZE. RIGHT HAND EXTENDS OUTWARDS, IN QUESTION. FIRST AND FIFTH FINGER OUTSTRETCHED, REMAINING THREE IN LOOSE FIST. HAND ROTATES CLOCKWISE THEN COUNTERCLOCKWISE, A METHOD OF SENSING ACTIVITY. WITH CLOSE ATTENTION PAID TO THE UNIVERSE OF SOUND, A SHORT STEP IS MADE WITH CARE.
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all of your dreams they take place in a similar state i feel like. i see it as you, in semi darkness, pondering things slowly, alone. moonlight somehow. the way you write about them is so beautiful it makes me ashamed.
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