A strange feeling... looking at the water. Maybe you should just wander off into the sea? Leave it all and walk in...
Psyche
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A strange feeling... looking at the water. Maybe you should just wander off into the sea? Leave it all and walk in...
Islets and posts like stepping stones lead into the water in front of you. Go. Step in... it's been too long.
Perhaps there's someone there? Under the water. Waiting for you.
Yes -- cold and still. But love is warm, like the inside of her mouth.
In the still mirror of the bay you see Martinaise, reflected. Tall edifices of ruins reach into the water, like shimmering towers. And the shacks too. Pine trees and motor lorries, upside down...
In the rain-mirror of the bay you see Martinaise, reflected. Tall edifices of ruins reach into the water, like shimmering towers. And the shacks too. Pine trees and motor lorries, upside down...
In the snowing mirror of the bay you see Martinaise, reflected. Tall edifices of ruins reach into the water, like shimmering towers. And the shacks too. Pine trees and motor lorries, upside down...
Oh fuck yes. Go there in your head. It's been days since you've thought about her. A week...
He was like a cleric, a shepherd.
Don't say it! Are you sure? This may be the only chance you get to touch it...
Apricot blossoms. White blossoms erupting. A sensation, like cold hands on your face.
Nothing. Its simple eyes give off no flicker of light, no one is home. The twitches of its limbs are insect-like, unknowable, perhaps without substance even.