Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Post Two Hundred and Five: Fragment.



I feel as though when you are in my thoughts I could be in yours.

A disconnected body of tender architecture. We might have made it from up here.

The Story Bridge at 4:30PM. The soupy, saturating sun that curtains across the buildings with a verve that speaks of you. Glass illuminated like the oceans.

This time of day.

I feel as though when you are in my thoughts I could be in yours.

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