silent cigarette
A single strand of
snow-white snake-like smoke. Have a
good night, cigarette.
posted by peter pan at 12:53 am
I do not know how to swim, yet the sea calls to me. I sit on the shore for days and years and let it watch me. It is peaceful. There is calm and there is chaos, there is violence and serenity, there is perfection and coarseness, there are pieces of paper that float on its coloured waters. They are sometimes blank, sometimes with a word, sometimes pictures, often they hold more wisdom than all the books in the world, sometimes they are the little boy's toys, sometimes they find their way here.
A single strand of
snow-white snake-like smoke. Have a
good night, cigarette.
posted by peter pan at 12:53 am
1 Comments:
i come here after forever, and god, this place is as beautiful as ever. please write again here, wont you?
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