To hide away from the world whose loveless heart has gone astray and its inhabitants what could be a safer place than my imagination?
I cover the floor with a thin layer of imagination so that i’ll always land softly.
... listening to the silence together. If there’s any. I truly believe not so. I have never heard a silence. Have you? The world is filled with unspoken words. And that’s something different isn’t it.
you’re ignoring me so loud that it’s deafening. This silence is so deep that it’s echoing.
Het mooiste van muziek laat zich niet vastleggen.
My pleasure is only superficial: in oily droplets it lies on my skin without being absorbed.
> it’s raining. < what is?
After each book the world changes in my eyes, i have become more suspicious and eager at the same time.
onze aarde hangt niet voor niets scheef. Het is een ironische onderstreping van al het zijn op haar bodem. -- it’s for a reason our earth is slanting. It’s an ironical emphasis of all being on her surface.
I stretched to reach the words, but my hands were too small to carry them home.
