it’s at night, when daylight’s gone, that words are clearer;
it’s at night, the noises lower, that words are louder;
it’s at night, the hurry subsided, that words are slower;
it’s at night, when you lean closer, that words are truer.
and i listen.
"we photograph things in order to drive them out of our minds" (kafka)
it’s at night, when daylight’s gone, that words are clearer;
it’s at night, the noises lower, that words are louder;
it’s at night, the hurry subsided, that words are slower;
it’s at night, when you lean closer, that words are truer.
and i listen.
Posted by Gaia at 2:23 AM
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