oblivion, September 10, 2018, 17:52:51 – 17:56:20

the wind sweeps through the walls.
one can learn to trust one’s gut instinct.
when wounds are scars are questions asked?
shouldn’t you do something sensible?
proudly lie down in protest.
rilke thought dragons were princesses, not the other way round
the ghosts live so close to us.
don’t fuck up my search history!
the wounds in relationships, we live around the land.