the person on the door

semi burnt cigarette rots at the edge of the tabletop, the clock shows a time that was never good, we sit here listening to vinyl, while a person rings the doorbell again and again, i am not opening my mind, i say and the factory of thoughts opens their gate it is seventeen minutes after … Continue reading the person on the door


i look out of my window, assuming that you are looking out of yours at the same time. as if our sight is penetrating through these mazes of towers and buildings, and we are looking directly at each other. but in front of me there are two sunflowers, a song whose name i know not … Continue reading assuming