5/11/2012

~ the night we never met ~





the task was: draw something you use daily and cannot do without

i drew a knife

a hand is what it creates
isn't it
with may back, in yet another place
a fragrance known and foreign at the same time
a kind of peace you only feel after a long, unrelenting battle
scent of mirabelle blossom mixed with rain and soil

beyond



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