“And now each night, I count the stars.
And each night I get the same number.
And when the stars won't come to be counted,
I count the holes they leave.”
― Amiri Baraka
Thursday, April 27, 2017
as spaces we're not used to stir sensations we're new to spirits tune through cloud roofs / secrets slip from source sunlight sometimes breaks from whispers and you almost hear the colours that summarize your universe you stay awake