Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Why I don't know what to say to you.

We are unlike stars.

They glow and bulge with institutional memory, spun into life by rotational planets.
We have our hands, we have our feet, we have each new and naked torso, pressed against our teeth and up against the wall. We have each other.
Each of these things are as foreign as the next minute of our lives.
We have not done this before : we don't know what's best.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011