No More Cake Here ( Read more... )

The calm,
Cool face of the river
Asked me for a kiss.

The gap between you and me. The gap between you and me. In art class, the teacher would say to look at the spaces between objects. That was how you could see what the objects really looked like. Well. Well, I was fairly certain of your shape. I'd looked at it quite a lot. It was the shape of billowing wheat or sad violin music or a quiet discussion ( Read more... )